The more I think about the session yesterday, the more amazing I am finding it to have been...for the first time I really feel as if I shared/revealed myself and its the first time I "get" the meaning of what a therapist is for...I truely feel as if she trod the mucky ground with me yesterday, that she entered a place that for so long as been only me...through revealing myself to her, and she "seeing" it also I feel that I can see me through her eyes and not left seeing me through my own eyes and the loneliness that entails...and I say "seeing" and not "judging" because so many times in life I see myself through other peoples judgements and not through someones caring...I was thinking if I could get through therapy without having to reveal Everything then it would be ok...now I realise that its in revealing Everything where the love is to be found...its in sharing our anger/hatreds/prejudices/ignorances and fears is the place where we need the most loving and healing and sharing.....yes T is holding my hand in a true way..