Interestingly, I've been in therapy for a year now.
Things are definitely better than when I started, but there's still enough to deal with that the insurance shouldn't complain about continuing to pay, tho I have gone to every other week instead of weekly.
We had a good laugh about my answers to the evaluation form she had to fill out tonight, because "client needs coping skills because people are fucking crazy" isn't a professional response, and yet it covered everything she eventually put on the sheet as to reasons I need to continue therapy. Especially since, at least once a week I manage to tell her something from my past that horrifies her.
I frequently feel these days like I need to not say too much publically about a lot of things. I never know who's watching, or reading, and frankly I'm tired of people trying to find the worst possible meaning of anything I say. Therapy is a nice break from that.
I'm sure there will be more of this sort of thing. Plans are afoot, and changes are coming, and some people will be looking for the most hurtful ways to respond, and others will try to find fault with decisions that are made. But really, I've been through more in the last year and a half or so than most of those people will deal with in their entire lives, so fuck 'em.