Yeah, if you read.... I don't know, um... how about... all of my posts, you'll see that I feel the same way, lol.

I told my T that I hate admitting to him how much I need him. Well, I couldn't say it that directly. I said it in one of my abstract ways. But I hate it so much. Sometimes I wish I could just go to therapy, have my hour with him, and then go home and forget about it until the next week. Unfortunately, it is not that way, and there is now a whole mess of emotion to deal with. What's even worse is knowing that he's aware of it. I just sit there across from him and think, "This man knows how much I need him. He knows that I can't even fathom the thought of what it would be like without him." Ugh.