Bad day of Therapy
After almost sixteen years of working together, my therapist and I are coming to the conclusion of our work. I cried through most of the session. She still wanted to give me some names of therapists that were close by but I think I am done with therapy. I will just see my psychiatrist every 2-3 weeks. I don’t care. I can’t go back to a new therapist because I just don’t want to deal with someone new.
I cried some more after therapy. Sobbed is more like it. I soaked my pillow. I didn’t go out today. If my mother didn’t cook dinner, I probably wouldn’t have eaten either. I might have some cake later. Maybe the chocolate chips and pumpkin will cheer me up some. I never called the dentist to get the hole in my tooth fixed. I will try tomorrow.
The reason that we can’t work together anymore is still unclear to me but I am not going to press the issue. Obviously, my transference blog “opened her eyes” and she doesn’t think I am right for her anymore. If I see any new therapist, I won’t be sharing my blog with them.
I’m having trouble writing today. My heart is broken and I don’t think it will recover. 16 fucking years. We are taking a break. We don’t go back to seeing one another until after the new year. Ironically, it’s the day after our anniversary date.