Like a roundabout with 30 exits, a flyover, an underpass and a million traffic lights. That's how I feel the 'progress' or 'journey' of therapy has been for me. Bewildering, mind boggling and infuriating. I've been round and round and round in circles so much I'm surprised I haven't twisted myself in knots (or maybe I have, who knows!!) And even when I steadfastly wanted each session to be linear from one to the next and following a structured and definite plan, there was simply no chance of this happening, because yeah, stuff happens and in a way it's all connected. So sometimes you gotta hop off the roundabout and go under the underpass only to come up on the opposite side of the roundabout going in exactly the same direction (or even the opposite direction) you were going in before, with half an eye and one leg on the flyover at the same time!!!!