I've been in therapy for a little over a year, and I don't feel that much different than I did a year ago. I'm not depressed like I was, but I also am on Zoloft. Plus time has passed, and a lot of it was due to my kitten prematurely and unexpectedly dying. Other than that, I feel like my life really hasn't changed. I don't know if it is because my life is pretty...boring, so there isn't much to change, or if my T doesn't challenge me enough.

I've been wary of therapy working for me in the first place. I first thought about going like 2 or 3 years ago, and only went because the loss of my kitten threw me over the edge of sanity for a while. I struggled for the longest time (and still ocassionally do) with the fact of "why" I'm in therapy.

My life is fine. I have a job I enjoy, I have an apartment with a roommate I like, I have a new cat who is healthy, I have a family who loves me. I've had no traumatic experiences. My life has been pretty benign. Yet, I'm 28 and still live in an apartment with a roommate, haven't dated anyone in 4.5 years, and my life seems to be heading nowhere.

But, for all the talking that has been done in this year, none of that has changed. She's been very patient with me because I've been so hesitant to open up, but she's never asked me about how our relationship is, but I've also never brought it up...except that one time in e-mail. She mentioned how it is easier for me to write things in e-mails to her, especially about us. I just shrugged and went "Yeah" and that was it.

Anyway...that was long, and I don't know exactly what I am trying to say. I like her, but I don't have this intense attachment to her. I don't want to quit though, or change therapists, even if it may not be the 'perfect' fit.