My Therapist Is Breaking Up With Me
It's not a secret that I'm in therapy. I've written about it many times. I've talked about it to friends and family. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. There's no shame in needing help...and getting it.
I look forward to our Monday visits. A couple of times I've been there talking about the death of a friend. I'd walk in on the verge of tears and I can see the look of empathy on her face. I'm still sad afterwards but it gets me on the road to feeling better.
Lately things have been a lot better. No one has died on me in the last month or so. Physically, I'm as healthy as I've been in a few years. My primary doc and my neurologist both gave me a big thumbs up this week. No new meds. I'm going to be around for a bit longer.
Emotionally, I'm good, too. Some of the dark moments in my life are either over or coming to an end shortly. I'm smiling a lot more and people have noticed....including my therapist.
The last few sessions have pretty much been happy talk. I love the look on her face when I talk about the good things going on in my life. It's like she's genuinely happy for me.
So you can see why I like therapy. It's not as good as sex but it's pretty, pretty good....and much more often.
A couple of months ago, my therapist informed me that our time was coming to an end. The health clinic where she works was making changes.
If you had been there a certain amount of time or more, they were giving you 14 sessions to get your shit together and that's it. Hey, that's me...damn.
Plus, I'm going to California in early February. It's probably for a month...maybe two. It seemed like a good time to end our relationship.
We're now down to our last two sessions. Am I going to be sad? Absolutely.
She's my second therapist. I apparently drove my first one into a new career. Hopefully I didn't do too much damage to number two.
I will miss her.
Two therapists in two years is enough. It's too much work to bond with a third.
Starting in February, I'm going to go out on my own. I'm ready to give it a shot.
So look out people, I'm hitting the streets. Be scared...be very scared.
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