Today was my last therapy appointment. I don't really know how to feel about it because all my life I've been in therapy of some sort. Now, I kind of feel free yet nervous. My Therapist has assured me that I can call her, text her or whatever I need in times of crisis. She will keep it open for me and make sure my insurance company understands I may occasionally need maintenance therapy. So much has changed this year for me and I'm hoping it will all turn out for the best. The sad part for me, really, is that my Therapist and I have a strong bond and I will miss her. I wish we could be friends outside of therapy because she is so awesome as a person. That would be unhealthy for us, though, because I would still lean on her so much and she would be trying to help me all of the time.
I will have to fill my Tuesdays with other things so I don't dwell on those days, missing therapy. It has to come to an end sometime and I feel honored that I met my therapist and that she helped me so much in the past 7 years. I also feel honored that she thinks I'm well enough to go it on my own. I know there are some things that will always remain the same with me. Such as, not holding a job or being able to take care of myself should something ever happen to my husband. I am as stable as I've ever been in my life but those are the facts and I accept it. I am considering trying volunteer work and see how I do. Who knows? Maybe I can change that fact someday. I am 45 years old but not totally set in my ways!