For the first time in just over a year I got to see my therapist again. It was great, helpful, and long overdue.

Here's the story: I had been seeing a therapist at this same practice/office for a little over a year, wasn't sure how much she was helping me but I kept seeing her. Then she had a pretty serious injury (I think she broke her leg) and all of her patients were shifted to other therapists there, and I immediately "hit it off" with the one I started seeing after that. However I only got to see her three times before I got canned from my job (that's a whole other story) so I had to stop going cuz I had no insurance. Then I did get insurance in December but it was through the temp agency that I was technically working for and I wasn't sure it would cover seeing her so I just never bothered to find out (again, a whole other story.) So in April I finally became a permanent employee again but due to paperwork errors and waiting periods and my own procrastination I didn't get around to making an appointment until a week or two ago.

I spent most of the time just talking about what had happened in the past year, and where I am now and why I feel so stuck in a rut. Even though I only saw her a few times and then it was more than a year between visits, it fit like a glove. She seems so enthusiastic about helping me and I feel more positive about things than I have in ages. She gave me some information on a therapy she's been using for anxiety-prone patients called EMDR. I intended to read it over tonight but I'm such a news junkie that I got caught up in the coverage about what happened in Nice and now it's almost bedtime so I'll have to read it sometime this weekend.

It's nice to feel like maybe, just maybe, there's a light at the end of the tunnel after all. ​​