I feel so lucky to have the therapist I do. Yesterday we talked about my fears about getting back to the same place I was at last weekend. We made a plan for getting through this weekend. He's going to call me on Saturday and told me to email him if I wanted to talk today. We talked some about how he got all clinical on Monday when we talked about how suicidal I was last weekend and how it makes me lose the connection somewhat. He said he doesn't like getting clinical and doing risk assessment. We talked some more about going to the DBT center and my anxiety about doing so. He offered to make some calls to get more information to ease my anxiety some. He said our relationship is deep and that he cares about me. That he's happy to be there for me, even though I don't really have any one else right now; that he is there for me. He said that although some people think that because it's therapy, that the relationship isn't real, but he doesn't feel that way at all. That our relationship is real. There were a lot of tears and it was an intense session, but it felt really nice to hear him say all that.