Hmm, but you see, I view playing as very important. Playing is a child's work, as they say, and I was never allowed to do enough of it. Or enough 'real' play, if you will. It's a very foggy point, I know... Therapy is definitely something to grow within, but I do see it as analogous to childhood. It will always be something I look back upon fondly, and I love my Ts in that strange therapy way... but...
I'm at a huge intersection in my life right now. Unlike yours, my marriage has proven to not be viable. I never addressed the huge impact of an unplanned pregnancy and a special needs child. I have left all my close friends behind gradually over the years in misguided attempts to fit myself to the expectations that were set me. I am starting over. My Ts are very special and very real to me, they are my mentors, they will guide me for a time, but ultimately I must find my own way, my own friends, my own lovers, my own dreams. I will always carry the memory of them, and I will honor that memory by living what they taught me.