I was up stupid early this morning so I went back and read the first two couch threads ever made. The difference between then and now when I was totally wrapped up in therapy and the therapist was crazy to read. I can’t understand the place I was in back then. (Those couch threads go back to 2011/2012). You won’t find them under my name as it’s been changed multiple times.) Anyway-the attachment to the therapist and those sessions and how she was practically the end all and be all to my existence back then is baffling to me. I don’t know how I was in so deep but I’m glad it’s not a part of my life anymore.