I’m letting myself bask in the memory of this nice therapy experience I had yesterday. I assume the memory will fade and I wish I could hang onto it a bit longer. There was another nice moment yesterday when I told him that part of the reason I decided to come was because in addition to the fact that I was already paying for the session, I felt so horrible that it couldn’t possibly be any worse and then I said, “well, maybe it could get worse. Maybe I’d show up today and you’d tell me this isn’t working any more and we should stop working together. “. But before I could really finish my sentence he cut me of and looked me in the eye and said, “This is working. All the feelings and everything. It’s working.” It was nice that he was so confident when I was feeling like I was acting pretty crazy. Plus he told me at least 3 times that he was glad I was there. Ok. Done gushing for now.