Processing, to me, means that I am struggling with, or trying to understand, or come to grips with....something.

I will spend as much time as I need on that subject. It's my time, paid for in hard currency. If I want to stay on one thing for a year, it's my choice.

The therapist may try to convince me to move on, but I never did if I had a bone I wanted to chew.

Sometimes, I think, she wanted to move on and away from a certain point or topic. Usually it was when I was calling her on her bu!!*****. Or when I was trying to get her to admit she had made a mistake.