Warning: There is little point or conclusion to this post; nor is there a question. Just this:

It's been quite some time (well, since July) since I quit therapy. Actually, I didn't so much quit as have my T blow out of the city without a plan to return, so when she finally re-surfaced, I decided not to renew the relationship.

So either way, the therapy is over.

I'm not seeing a new T at the moment, and I don't miss the old T, I just miss therapy sometimes.

I miss the structure of it, the space and time it gave me, and the comfort that it brought -- that someone was processing my life story with me. Especially around the holidays, which can be crap-tastic in my FOO.

Life doesn't exactly suck, really. I am finding myself strengthening friendships, which is great, and I have taken on a consulting job, which is helping me with finances and making me feel like I'm really contributing professionally in my community. It's really rewarding.

I've been feeling a bit low lately and two of my closest friends actually NOTICED and reached out to me to say, You Okay?

But I miss the ritual, the feeling of understanding, and the space that therapy gave me.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA