Three years after I was done this program - I entered it again because my life was in turmoil. My therapist and psychiatrist were the first people I saw walking in the door - and I immediately felt that same parent-child connection that they once offered. At that point in time - I realized their ability as therapists and as genuine, caring, compassionate human beings. They did an amazing job and I was lucky. Ultimately, had my therapy continued with them for another month - I think I wouldn't have relapsed so badly three years later. I think I would have been able to shine light on the, "demons," [as you have alluded to] had I been there a little while longer. This makes me sad. But I know I was lucky to have worked with them at 23 years old.

In a way they saved my life, despite how challenging things still are. I have this inner need to impress them. I really consider them my adoptive parents - the parents I wish I had - and I feel inclined to impress them.I felt like a failure walking back in there and seeing them

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