Today I had my last psychology session and now I can’t stop crying. I’m not ready to say good bye.
K has been my one constant through everything. I first met her on the psych ward, and I liked her instantly. It has always taken me multiple sessions to “click” with a therapist, but not with K. Her warmth and kindness swept up my broken shell, and for those one hour sessions I was cacooned in a place of safety, a place where my thoughts and feelings mattered, a place where I could let my demons roam without fear off judgement or rejection.
K has been my advocate, my champion and my rock. K is the type of person everyone needs in their life. She got me, in a way that no one else has ever done.
She’d admit herself that we’re quite similar characters and had we met through different circumstances we could have been good friends.
I’m feeling this loss heavily. I’m feeling vulnerable without her, and honestly it feels like someone who I really care about has died.
I guess I now need to learn to navigate this world without her, and put into practice all the things we worked on.
She’d want me to take care off myself this evening, so I will try.