T,

Only 2 sessions left. It keeps coming back to me. Actually I can't really stop thinkinh about it. Two weeks and then you're gone for about 5 months. 5 months with no contact from you. You'll be fine. I'm just a client. I'm just work. But for me it's different. I'm telling you things I've never told anyone before. And I was slowly making some progress. And now I have to start over with a new T. It doesn't matter that it doesn't seem like she's a *****. I want you. I want you as my T. I chose you. The thought of going through months and months without any contact of you... It hurts so much. I can't go on without you, not yet. I'm not ready for it.
I'm crying. I'm hurting. I can't concentrate on my study. I'm scared. Lost. Hopeless. I hate my life.

I shouldn't have never gone back to therapy. I never learn. I'm always so stupid. In the end it will only give me pain/worries/anxiety. Bad T or good T, it always ends bad for me.