When I lost my first, best therapist, it felt like she died. All I could do was cry at night about it, listen to a sad song that reminded me of her, write in my journal, and wait for the grief to pass. It did eventually pass and was transformed into a deep, abiding gratitude for her angelic presence in my life. I knew her for several months, a little more than 20 years ago. I still remember her like a spiritual mother, the one who served as a catalyst to my much healthier, more self-aware, open life.

In time, hopefully you too will feel the healing more than the pain.