...loss of T

5 years ago today my therapist of 10 years (B)passed after a tragic accident. I felt like my world ended. Some of the people here, a couple of close friends, my husband and the second therapist I was seeing at the time of the accident (K) helped me continue to get up every morning and to want to continue on my journey. There were really hard days.

K my primary and only therapist. She encoraged me to talk about B as often and as much as I needed to even though I feared it would bother her. I never told K but I often compared her to B. When I felt alone or frustrated with K I often thought B would handle it better.

Yet here we re now 5 years later and K and I are still working hard. She is amazing and has helped me to grow in so many ways. I can't imagine my life without her.

This year as I grieve the loss of B, I know I am grieving the loss of someone on loved and cared about who was a great therapist. However, I no longer grieve the loss of her as a therapist because I do have a great therapist who has continued the work B and I started.

It sort of feels like I am not honoring B but I know that this is what she would have wanted. She always told me she supported anything that helped me including when I started working with K to supplement the work we were also doing. I think she would be proud of where I am today.