I look forward to a weekly meeting with someone I care about, and who cares about me. Somewhere I can say anything that’s been on my mind, I get to be curious about my therapist and connect with him. Sometimes it’s awful and I cry a lot, or I feel misunderstood. Then I can spend the next week questioning myself. But I know I’ll still go back to see him, because our relationship is really important to me and I trust him.