Wow Sunny,

It feels a little bit as though we are on similar tracks here. Moving forward in a positive light is the common thread.

I love your ocean metaphor. Therapy is so much like the ebb and flow of waves on the shore. </font><blockquote><div id="quote"><font class="small">Quote:</font>
T was quite directive and I just let him run with it

</div></font></blockquote><font class="post"> I love when this happens-it's as if they know when we need them to carry a bit of the session...the sense of timing is perfect, isn't it?

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It's a start. But it’s unsettling too, as it fills me with an underlying uneasiness—is this the beginning of our end? Do I really have to do this?

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Yes yes yes! I share this feeling you have. But I think the beginning of the end was the day we first walked into their offices.

It's almost like every once in a while we look up and say-whoa-this is an amazing experience, I never want it to end! (Because we know it will never be repeated in exactly the same fashion.) But it's funny because when therapy ends it is a true beginning for us.