this little series actually came from a joke i made in therapy recently. i was telling my therapist about how much of a hard time
i have with letting people go and that I feared I'd never be ready to end therapy with her.  the joke i made was that i'd still be
sitting on the couch by her death bed trying to talk about myself.  there is something so twisted and selfish and so backwards
about therapy. it is probably the only relationship i have that i cannot quite rationalize or understand.  to know little or nothing
about someone and yet love them anyway and need them so badly just seems confusing. to have such strong emotions
toward this person and still have to let them go at some point is scary. as i struggle with how to make the most of the
relationship while it exists and to rejoice in the wonderful change it can bring into my life, i cannot help but wonder how i will be
able to handle its inevitable end. my hope is that i don't end up pulling up a chair next to her headstone.
letting go series