I had a great session and I continue to work on my stuff at home.

I plummetted for about three hours after therapy. I was ruminating about a not so great person I brought up in session. I made some connections. I somehow escaped it, not by something I did, it just happened. I guess the fog lifted. OH well. My general direction is uphill although I break down, get lost, slow down, speed up, well this metaphor is going nowhere, unlike me.

I told you that, as my therapist, I really appreciate you, that you mean a lot to me, and that it shocks me how consistently kind you are.

So, I KNEW that my previous therapist disliked me sometimes more than others at the end. I felt it, I knew it, and it made me hate myself more that I did before.

YOUR REPLY to me? OK I get therapy rules. How about a you're the best patient I've ever had? Yes, that sums it up. Or how about, you're in the top twentieth percentile of my favorite patients?"

I KNOW YOU care, YOU show it to me every week in the way you treat me and through what you say. That speaks volumes week after week after week after year to the fifth.