I saw Annie (my therapist) today after not seeing her for about a month. It was great to report that life is good and that I feel healthy and centered.
I must admit, I do feel pretty darn fantastic. Not a manic-fantastic, the type that comes on quickly and is usually centered around circumstances, but a deep-in-the-gut fantastic that feels more like acceptance and quiet joy. It's been two years since I started therapy, and my life has changed dramatically. Though it hasn't been easy, therapy has been one of the (if not *the*) most rewarding experiences of my life.
Anyways, I spent most of my therapy session thanking Annie for being with me during such an important time, and for never giving up on me. She has been such an important piece of all the work that I've been doing, work that probably wouldn't have progressed very far if I hadn't had her around, prodding me to look deeply into my shit. I will always look to her as a person whose presence in my life was pivotal and integral to my growth.
Huzzah, Annie! You rock, and have helped me to rock, too!
