This is just gonna be one of those posts about how much I love my therapist. This week especially. I'm one of those people who never cry and in 2 years had only ever cried once in therapy. This week was an exception -- not only did I go to see him twice (instead of the usual 1X this week), but I cried both times. With me, if I'm crying it tends to be out of self-hatred and anger as much as sadness, and this was no exception. T comforted me much more than I would have thought possible. Both times he came and sat near me and held my hand, something I would have thought intolerable (the first time he ever offered to hold my hand was ages ago and I refused). Actually I almost refused this time and did at first, but he offered twice so I finally accepted. Could barely look at him the first time. But then yesterday he held my hand and I could look at him and find comfort and it was so much more than I had expected. And he said my favorite thing ever: When I had said I don't know what to do with all this regret, he said "We're working on that."

I feel better.

Sidony