I'm not really ok, but I'm not at the moment actively miserable.

Yesterday was my thirteenth anniversary of therapy. I saw him today, and I brought a card, and a small rock. The rock was to symbolize long term therapy being like a river flowing over a rock. Over time the water shapes and smooths the rock. Over a very long time.

But it just happened to be one of those sessions where we really weren't connecting. Nothing awful, no arguments. Just not really attuned. I should have held the stuff for another time. But I didn't, and it was ok.