On being therapimecated

After 6 months, I have finished my personal therapy!!! Yay! Although I'm glad in one sense - and my bank balance is ecstatic - I'm kind've sad in another. A wee chapter has ended and I've been well therapised!

I'm grateful to have had a counsellor who helped me (and pushed me, at times) along my journey and who helped me put theory and practice together. I can only hope that if I ever make it through this degree and find a suitable counselling placement, I'll do some justice to the efforts she put in with me.

I will miss these hours; the times that are purely for me and to work through my 'stuff'. I will miss the walks into town where I had 20 mins either side of the sessions to think, listen to music and be happy with the world. Today was a wonderful example of that. It's a beautiful, cold, windy autumn day and it made me happy to walk home even though it was tinged with a wee bit of sadness for the ending of something.