i haven't seen my T since December 4th - that's 3 months without a session! i've spent 3 months in a psychiatric unit recovering from a breakdown and trying to piece my life back together. the one thing i held onto and that got me through was the thought of seeing my therapist when i got out.

well i don't have to go back to the unit except for my discharge meeting on Wednesday - and i've arranged to see my T on Tuesday! Finally!

i'm just so overwhelmingly relieved that i made it and i survived, and the hardest most gruelling and horrific time of my life: i did it. and i am finally fking feeling stronger, and i've waited so long for this moment and the feeling is just indescribable.

i can't believe it. i can't wait to see her.