i gave her a poem i wrote to her, she said she would put it in her journal and that she would treasure it. and she says fairly often how she is honored by the work that I do. and she says that yes there is a kind of love in therapy; the english language only has the word "love" but there are many different kinds of love and one of them can be found in the therapy relationship. recently she said that she is "so deeply touched" by my work.

and the whole thing about feeling "you are special, just like everyone else", isn't that one of the big problems that a lot of us have, that no one ever made us feel like we were as special as anyone else? like I grew up feeling "i am NOT special but everyone else IS." i don't know if that makes sense. sometimes it's so hard to find the right words to describe this "stuff".

But I do love trying. And I do love my T!