The therapist I had was fucking fantastic, as good a match I could wish for
after bouncing from psychiatric nurse to counsellor to low-level shit for years. I knew when he said "We're half-way through twenty sessions" that it wouldn't be enough, but I felt good enough to carry on for three years until February this year when my brain rebelled against me. Truthfully though, pleased for you. I must admit, having kiddo here has helped straighten me out to a reasonable extent, it's just external factors have dragged me back.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 27 Jul 2011, 17:29, Reply)