Thursday

As expected today was very hard. A day of lasts. 
The session was a bit of everything. Looking to the future, recapping useful nuggets of advice, encouragement  and support and talking about what I will take away from therapy. I feel I still have so much to talk about, but that's it. Gone. In the past.  A memory. I realised how anything can become a memory in seconds.The minute my foot stepped out of her office, therapy was a memory. 
She was very surprised that I gave her a gift; she said no one ever has done that. But I was assured I hadn't over stepped or gone against therapy rules. 
So, that's it, done.  I wanted today to come, as the past few weeks the countdown was unbearable, and now it's here and I want to go back in time! 

Tonight I am restless, not quite sure what to do, I don't feel like eating and I don't want to watch tv. 

This was taken around midday, the sun trying to come out from the clounds, don't think it really made it.