Same here. I was two weeks from 40 when I started, and it's been just over a year. In a way, my therapy is giving me something others have had their whole lives, and strangely, it's been a strange transition. Sometimes I fight it. I know I'm nowhere near even thinking about "the end," my T thinks I have years of therapy ahead of me. I see her twice a week, and have for almost a year. That was only supposed to be for a short time, but it sort of stuck.