I will be completing therapy soon and I am petrified of no longer going; no longer knowing that it’s there; that I can talk to my therapist when I need to; that I can think ‘we can talk about this in therapy’; no longer having that refreshed mind having left the room. However, I just keep reminding myself of how far I’ve come over this past year. Part of me wishes I had somehow filmed the entire year and share it with the world so everyone could grasped how much I’ve literally evolved because of it. I just hope I don’t discover my dependency on it. I don’t want to fall apart without it. I want to become my own precious rock. I want to hold on to everything I have learnt in therapy. Everything she taught me. She changed my life. I’m getting so emotional writing this. I just can’t stress enough how proud I am of myself for standing up and asking for help, getting it and using it to its fullest potential. I’m so proud of myself.