Therapy

Therapy, for those that need it, is an amazing outlet to process your shit. And by shit I mean just being a human being in this thing called life. After bucking it for many years because I was forced to go as a child and teenager, I embraced it in my mid 20’s. Besides friends, who could listen to all of my garbage without judgement? As much as I adore my therapist (and I truly do – my therapist is amazing), when do you finally graduate? When do you say to them (or to yourself for that matter) – “I’m good. I’m healed. You’ve done your job. Thanks!” ? My brain keeps saying, “I think you’re done.” And while I will always be a work in progress – aren’t we all? – breaking up is so hard to do.