Think I made the wrong decision...

I was supposed to be done with therapy last year, but I felt myself slipping and wanting to talk, so I made an appointment with T. It'S been 5 months, and the first thing she did was pronounce my name incorrectly.
We spent most of it discussing why I'm no longer taking my medication... I was too ashamed to tell her exactly why, and she called me on it.
She told me i had to make some choices, and I was to email her and let her know what I decided.
Fast forward to two weeks later. The decision making process weighed heavily on me., and it took me 3 days to compose an email.
In it, I told her everything I was afraid to before, in my year of knowing her.
I absolutely hate being that vulnerable. I hate it.
It's been more than a week and she hasn't replied.
Forget the decisions, i'm more than irritated that i've never even uttered those things out loud, and couldnt admit it to myself... And she won't even acknowledge it...