I knew I was done when I looked deeply at what I needed in terms of support and realised it was something my therapist would never give me (touch).

I knew I was done when I realised I could put the money and time I spent in therapy into other things that would make me happy -- my first home and a club I now attend at the time I'd regularly see my therapist.

I knew I was done when I found myself not necessarily happy, but in a place where I could work towards happiness.

I knew I was done when I realised I knew and understood myself a lot better than my therapist.