The end of therapy...
There's no way I can say it any better. Today is the last day I will be seeing my therapist on a regular and formal basis. This is not a sudden decision, but rather one that has been going on for about a year now.
I have been seeing him since September, 2001. It has been over 6 1/2 years of weekly (sometimes bi-weekly) sessions and we have covered a lot of ground. We have dealt with PTSD, Jungian archetypes, Inner Family Dynamics, and Neurocybernetics. I feel that the point of therapy is not to cure me (can one ever be psychologically cured?) but rather to show that I have the tools with which to handle any situation. It's time to go.
Plus, it will be nice to have Tuesdays back, uninterrupted. I could use the time in a more studious fashion. The time to get to and from therapy plus the hour or so in between adds up to almost 3 1/2 hours when all is said and done. Granted, a lot of that is travel...Now that's crazy.
I'll be leaving the house at 11AM to pick up the mail first. At 12PM I go to my last wing-ding with him, then scoot off to the gym for an hour or so at 2PM, and then get my hair cut at 3:30PM. I'll be home by 4:30PM. There's a lot of unnecessary miles in between those appointments.
Here's a picture from a series I took with my Agfa Silette. It's called 'Mom at Different Distances'.
This one is "15 Feet".
Johnnyboy
posted by John D.C. Masters @ 1/22/2008
1 Comments:
You're right. The point of therapy is to help you help yourself with whatever it is you're trying to cope with. If you've reached a point where you feel that you can move on without therapy, then you're ready. It isn't as if you can't seek therapy in the future if something comes up. But if you don't need it, then you don't need it.
I'm happy for you that you've reached this point in your life.
Yay you!
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