I just came from an awesome session. I was grounded and was able to stay present the whole time. I cried and laughed. T and I made lots of connections. When I was discussing something that was very difficult, I could hear T breathe in deeply and I knew he was breathing in my pain. It was an awesome feeling, and I felt so held by it. I read from my journal. We discussed what I read. I was present. I was able to give and take. I accepted his gifts. I am able today, to accept his caring and love. I let go of my shame, if just for a moment.

I even told him about a dream where I wanted to marry him and he rejected me. HAHAHA. What was I thinking?

I love therapy. I love T.