Dear T,

Having the extra sessions has punched a good sized hole into my depression but it also has had the other side effect of my feeling dependent on you again. This week we will drop back to the 1 session and I already miss you. I hate that, I hate being vulnerable, I hate feeling needy and I hate how you invade my thoughts and dreams. You're my therapist but you're roles have changed in my head. Sometimes you are the parent I didn't have or in my case the parents I didn't have. I want you to notice me, to love me to wrap me up into you so I can escape for more than an hour a week. What would be enough? When do I stop wanting that?

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