So that's it then. My therapist is gone now. I had my last session today with him. Talked about how I felt everyone was abandoning me (lots of people leaving soon ) and how I could actually tell them how much I cared about them, without 'guilting them' as I saw it.

I have some big issues with trusting people, let alone dealing with them leaving. Partly the fault of my parents, but oh well. So got to talk about some past experiences with people leaving and how I dealt with it then (not well at all... got suicidal, not fun). He seemed a tad concerned about that.

Gave him a card as a thank you for all his help that he's provided to myself and some other people I know. (He was doing his training through the chaplaincy on campus, so I got to know him fairly well).

I saw him for 8 months. The best of times, the worst of times.

And now I really want to cry and grieve over the fact I'll never be able to talk to him again. He was so nice to talk to. He told me I'm allowed to be sad, so I guess I'm taking him up on the 'offer'.

Need to remember to breathe, it's not the end of the world... it just feels like it is.

He told me to get into see a counsellor if I felt I couldn't handle everyone leaving, so I guess I might this summer. But once again, it's not going to be long term. He also told me it would be good to get into see a trauma counsellor to deal with the stuff I told him. That'll be sucky and hard. But at least he's given me lots of resources, I just need to follow through and use them.

I HATE getting attached to people and then them leaving.

Argh.