Yes, I'm attached to my therapist. Big time. I think I needed to be, in order for therapy to work. I've hardly ever experienced a close relationship before (because I was afraid to). I always kept my distance, I didn't know otherwise. Therapy learnt me to trust, open up and reach out to people. At some point I think the attachment was a little too much (unhealthy some might say), but that faded away as I got stronger.

It caused a great deal of grief when I decided to move on and started talking about ending therapy. Even though I was ready for it, it didn't mean that I didn't care for my T anymore. Letting him go is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. In one of our last sessions, I could feel my heart break when I walked out his office. He means the world to me, he's changed my life.

The grief isn't over now, but it's milder. I've accepted the loss a bit more. Plus our final session was nice and gave me good closure, which helps me move on. I'm still sad and hurting though, that may take a while.