Thursday, July 29, 2010

It's not you, it's me.

Well. I broke up with my therapist.

Not really. We aren't on bad terms or anything. It's just that I've been going for more than a year. And while I'm not necessarily "fixed" I do feel progress has been made.

And I need some space.

If things get too emotional or difficult for me in the future, I can go back.

6 comments:

All This Trouble... said...

I think I need some damn therapy but where oh where to start? MY motto is shrug and smile and that's probably not what a therapist is looking for. When I went to marriage counseling during my first marriage, the nice fellow gave me homework to "turn in next time" because I was so quiet during the sessions. I don't know why they needed me to talk! It was obviously all HIS fault!

Mwa said...

Wow! Big move!

I stopped going three times. Final time has now stuck nearly three years, but I still love the feeling that I could go back if I wanted to.

I hope you will be happy with your decision, too.

adrienne said...

the best to you, lady.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Been there. Done that.

Sounds reasonable to me.

Love you. Have a great weekend.

SB

Petit fleur said...

Good for you.

And also, don't forget that you may have just gone as far as you need to or can go with this particular therapist.... You may have progressed to such a point that you've sort of outgrown her area of expertise...?

Have a great break, and you know you have all us amateurs to help out in the meantime! :-P
Love you,
pf

Bethany said...

that's the sign of a healthy person, i feel like I would die if I had to do that now...
not so healthy!