When I see T in the city office, we don't always use the same room. There is one room in particular that has a lot of decorations-- none of which T put up. Some of the decorations still seem special because they are familiar and everything in the room becomes "mine" during that time with T.

Session was difficult yesterday. I have been quite depressed and spent most of the session talking about the very raw emotions and thoughts I have that are associated with the depression.

I normally see T twice per week, for an hour each time. He said to me, "You'll stay for an hour and a half on Thursday." I didn't ask. He didn't ask me. He just told me. I liked that because I felt that he just knew that more time was warranted based on how I have been feeling.

At the end of the session I stood up while T wrote out my receipt. I saw that there was a basket of seashells on one of the tables. I wasn't even staring at them. I just thought to myself, "I would like one of those seashells to take home." I didn't say anything about them. T finished writing the receipt, got up, and went over to the basket of shells. He picked a small shell. "Take this with you," he said.

About an hour after session, he called to find out how I was doing. I told him about the seashell, and how I was thinking that I wanted it. I told him that I thought it was so amazing that one could be so attuned to another.

I held onto that shell all through class last night.