So I broke up with my therapist. Hmm. Not even sure if she counts as 'my therapist' as I only saw her that one time. Anyway, I guess you could say I broke up with therapy, or rather, phased out of therapy. It wasn't therapy; it was me. And I'm okay with that.
Do I believe therapy worked for me? Oh goodness gracious yes. I learned a lot. I processed a lot. I grieved with therapy. I got through the scariest time of my life with therapy. I learned to cope with menopause with therapy. And this year, I'm learning to live without it. It was time.
So we'll see how this goes.
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