I've been in therapy for about 4 years but the last 5 months with my current T are the only times that I've actually gotten real therapy. My first 2 Ts were a nightmare and I was very naive in both of their processes. I left every appointment feeling worse about myself and my situation. Along comes therapist C and I feel like I've been thrown into a different world. Therapy is actually about me now. It makes me extremely upset, though, to know that I wasted all those years with Ts 1&2. I've had a few pretty big setbacks the past two weeks because of scheduling issues, but once I can get past the hurt from that I expect to continue forward progress with baby steps. I can't move fast, and T doesn't force me. I love that about him. He has patience for days!

I also have to advocate for Art Therapy. It helps me so much to be able to draw my trauma instead of saying the words out loud. T is so supportive of my art work that it makes this process just a little easier.