I felt ready but then not ready. It feels weird not having therapy to go to. I liked going there, I think, a warm security blanket kind of thing that lived in the back of my mind. I think, sometimes, that I’d like to keep going but we’d have nothing to talk about. Just piddly stuff, all the big stuff has been worked out, it really has. There was none of that left. So it’d just be dinky stuff, like work complaints which I handle pretty well these days, too.
So, my next follow-up is in a year! I made the appointment and everything. March 25, 2013… Can't wait!