I enjoy therapy usually with J, my therapist. I find time with her very comforting usually too.
It's funny, because I still don't know if I actually like her. I mean I love her professionally. But I can't imagine being her friend. She doesn't attract me as a friend if that makes sense. But when the world came crashing down around my ears she is the one I called as I stood in my kitchen at night crying, begging for help.
She is good for me right now. I trust her with my mental health and to help, guide, and sometimes kick my buns to better health for me.
I can see though her pulling back a bit. I understand that as I get better I need to gain confidence about standing on my own two feet. I mean I want to not be so in need to be healthier. But thinking about moving away, which I do want to do in a couple years, it makes my chest hurt. As j would say though, "You're not there yet."