It's so frustrating when you feel like you've made progress and then it all just crumbles down because you've uncover a new memory from your traumatic past.

It feels like just when things are getting less confusing, a long-buried issue pops up and goes "Hey, remember me? Let's deal with me next!" and you are back to square one. The panic attacks happen again, the nightmares begin, etc.

I'm fortunate that I get along very well with my T. He's a great "friend". He knows how to push me without getting overboard. He's offered out of session support whenever I need it. I've always felt very comfortable with him and constantly wish that we had met under different circumstances so we could be regular/normal friends.

But wow, I am sooooo looking forward to the day where I don't have to see him anymore, because to me, that would mean I am able to handle life better.