Part of me is dreading this next session, part of me can’t wait because I’m desperately attached to T. I don’t know how I’ve got myself into this situation. Part of me feels worse than I did when I started therapy. But I don’t feel able to stop because I need her in my life now I’m attached, even when it feels terrible and I seriously wonder if this is good for me, or I have a feeling it isn’t. And I hate to admit that but it’s true.