Something has been bubbling inside and I can't pin point what.
Yesterday in T, I begun to try and explain it, then I said to T - half in accusation I think - what's the point of telling you, you don't get it.
T replied, I think it's important that YOU understand 'it'.
I felt like she'd served a tennis ace. Swoosh. Back in my court. Not in a bad way. I mean I realised in that reply just how much I can forget it's my therapy. It's me that does need to understand, get it. How I can tend to finger point, rid myself of impossible feelings, situations.

"YOU don't get it "

"It's YOU that needs to get it ".

For some reason I almost wanted to cry with that realization.

Anyway....