my therapist and I wound things down yesterday after nearly 2 years. It felt like we were getting towards that, but it’s still bittersweet. “You’ve done the work, you have the tools, and ethically I have to tell you I feel like there’s not a lot more we can do together”
I think about “scabulous”, & look at the scars on my spirit, and while I’m still somewhat angry about them & their circumstances, I’m no longer ashamed of them – they’ve helped define who I am today, and I can be proud of that