Ya know, just when I say something wonderfully insightful and positive, I get the rug pulled out from under me. :'(
My last post, Better Therapy, Better Living is now MOOT. I meant everything I said, but I hadn't had enough time to grow into it.
I went to my session this afternoon and I had all the things I wanted to say in my head (because I forgot my sticky note list) and I managed to say it all - at some point. But there was this nagging little voice that kept thumping me, trying to get me to shut up. I didn't listen. Two weeks ago, at my last session, the thumping was intrusive then, too.
So, I'm sitting there this afternoon feeling so proud of myself because I actually said what I wanted to say - you know, about my therapy and wanting to be able to cope, instead of just surviving. But I knew Mr.S had something on his mind.
Then, when I was about to jump up and yell at Mr.S to just tell me what he was thinking, he told me. He told me that he is probably leaving his practice and will be working for a large agency about 50 miles away. Oh, he promised that he will still be able to see me, but...