9 days…

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I won’t be seeing my therapist this week because he went out of town, and I don’t know how I’m going to get through another 9 days without seeing him. Two weeks between sessions is way too long. Waiting a week is bad enough. The attachment I feel is strong. I guess that’s good but sometimes I wish I saw him every day, or at least twice a week.

When he told me last week he would be out of town, all I said was “oh shit. How am I going to get through two weeks without seeing you?” Later on I felt like that was selfish and I was tempted to email him apologizing but I didn’t because that’s silly.

I did get my copy of Running With Scissors in the mail today though (that was super fast–I only ordered it on Saturday) and I have other books to read too so I guess I’ll catch up on my reading on Thursday night instead of sulking because my therapist isn’t around. Or write extra blog posts. But it’s still going to be a very long 9 days.

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10 thoughts on “9 days…

  1. I know EXACTLY how that little girl feels; I remember it clearly and am pretty sure I have a photo of myself somewhere with essentially that same look on my face!

    How GREAT that you have a therapist with whom you work so well that you miss him the way you do.

    How MISERABLE that you have to go two weeks. I know just what you mean about every day.

    One of the first things I am going to do when I win Publishers’ Clearing House is find a place like that one Sylvia Plath went to in The Bell Jar and stay there for as long as I need to!

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