Today was our last session. My insurance ran out. But it was getting about that time. My depression was better, the social phobia is being treated, and I had a forward trajectory. He was sure I'd quit my job after our last session. He was right.
Job is gone. I quit. Leaving sucked because everyone was so nice. It was such a wonderful job.
Anyway, we talked about all the tools he has given, he gave some more advice about dealing with suicidal thoughts, and I did the best I could at thanking him for everything.
I didn't know it would be our last session, but it's probably for the best. If I could, he'd be my friend. But that's unethical, so...just had to cut it off there. He says we might see eachother around. "Stranger things have happened" he says. But I doubt it.
It's hard to say goodbye to someone like that. It feels like he died. He means the world to me, and now I can't see him again. This hurts a lot.
But again, it had to happen sometime. And I knew it was coming. At the end, he said he expected to hear good things about me. I plan to make that happen.
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