She has repeatedly confirmed that she loves me, though, despite how much I have challenged her. There's a part of me that needs it, but there is also a part of me that really doesn't want it because it's so scary. One day she'll leave me, and it won't be very problematic for her because it's her job, but for me the mere thought of never seeing her again tears me apart. It feels very uneven. I feel powerless.

I think her love has been healing, but if the cynic in me could choose I would not want to love a therapist.