Starting with the first appointment —the much dreaded spring cleaning I never got around to. I don't know. It was okay.

As therapy progressed — This hurts. A little calm before the major storm. What the ^#+*am I doing this for? I love her! I hate her! Another major storm. I don't need her! A quiet moment...I don't want her in my life! This is torturous! My life will always be awful! Then a longer calm before a small storm...a triple major storm hits, but it was shortened with a major and longer dose of calm. I notice the mean critical voices don't come around as much. I'm learning to ignore those bullies. Ahhh, I'm feeling good! Then I notice those suicidal thoughts that rented space side by side with my every thought is just an overnight guest every once in a while. Good times that were illusive after the moment they happened hang around a bit longer. They then purchase the rooms vacated by the suicide squad. Calls to and from family and friends are no longer a chore. The good times are a part of me. I can take them in, reflect, smile and remember. The bad times they're there, also. But I am able to spring back into action a heck of a lot quicker than before —being all about the turn around time for me.

Termination — I felt I was now able to do the job of keeping me safe and secure. I know where to go: within myself, family, friends, or seek professional help if and when I need it. I am happy to be interdependent and that is good enough for me. There is truth to the saying, " No Man is an Island," unless he is connected to a tombolo.

There are many ways to do therapy. I healed it through the much maligned touchy-feely type therapy. I got lucky. But for so many people it has gone wrong, and I don't recommend it, because there are very few professionals that are solid enough to handle it themselves. But, if you can find one to work with; have at it!