I just want to vent I guess. Life after therapy isn't like coming home after a holiday and picking up where you've left. It's like starting all over again and redefining everything, because I've changed so much. Not only my beliefs and opinions and things like that. I even feel different about some of my hobbies. That doesn't mean I'm not happy about the changes, because I am. Very very much.

It's hard work to rebuild my life. The more because I'm still missing my T. Grieving over him. He is what causes the pain and not the one to guide me through it, like he's guided me in the past years. I'm on my own now. The grieving takes up a lot of my energy. Energy that I don't have enough, because I haven't had the chance to gain it back. I was feeling better at the end of therapy, but the grieving set me back a lot.