This has been a very difficult month for me. Today marks four years since my sister passed away after a long bout with cancer and going through a difficult bone marrow transplant. I haven't really needed to be in regular therapy for the last year, but I contacted my T and have seen him a few times in the last week as for some reason this year has just hit me harder; I've been feeling pretty raw.

I appreciate having a therapist who I can pick up with when I need to, and it is almost as if no time has passed. He knows where I'm at; we don't have to start over. I have some work to do to get myself back on balance again, and I know he will help me get there and then I'll probably go on my way again without him as it should be for me. I like that I have gotten to a place where I have enough autonomy to function on my own most of the time, yet enough strength of vulnerability to ask for help when help is needed. It is a very empowering dynamic.