My fantasy:

I'm quitting therapy. I'm going back to normal. I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning, and burn my journal (with the letter I just wrote to T). Then I'll go to work. Instead of rushing to therapy I'll come home after work and I'll cook dinner for my family. Maybe I'll vacuum and spend some time on the phone just chatting with my sister. I'll figure out the menu for Thanksgiving dinner. I won't come on PC anymore. I'll throw on a load of wash and take out a trashy novel and read it. I'll walk the dog. My mind won't race...I won't have any crazy thoughts and my son will be well. I will not worry about anything. I won't need anti depressants because I won't be depressed. I won't need anything for anxiety becaue there will be nothing to be anxious about. I'll take my childhood and put it back in the closet, on the shelf, in a box.

Yeah, I'm quitting and I'm going back to normal. OK?