I've been reading through some of the thoughts I wrote down closer to the beginning of therapy almost two years ago, and I can't believe how jaded I've gotten with the whole process since then. I was almost joyful in those journals because things were finally making sense and there was hope that I could really make peace with my past and move on. I guess progress is slower than I want it to be....Reality does a good job of slapping you in the face. It was nice to be reminded of my positive thoughts back then, but I'm even more assured now that the break I have coming will be more than helpful.