End of an era
Keeping this one especially short because I need to process the fact that I had my last session with my wonderful therapist today.
It’s not the first time I’ve left a therapist. But it’s the first time I’m leaving a therapist who truly understood me and helped me be my best self.
I am so happy for her moving onto better opportunities because I’ve come to care about her as a human being over the course of our therapist-client relationship. I never cared much about the personal lives of my previous therapists and I think that says something.
At the same time, I feel sad not knowing whether I will ever find another therapist who gets me the way that she did. Even though I’ve come so far (thanks to our work together) to the extent that we both agreed I might be able to take a break from therapy for a bit, it was always nice knowing that there was someone who I could be 100% honest to. Someone who I could turn to when I’m overwhelmed by the worst thoughts I could have about myself — without feeling guilty that I’m overburdening them with my baggage.
It’s going to take a while for me to process this, but I’ll eventually get to writing down my thoughts once I’ve made more sense of it.