Musing on endings today has made me realise that I am actually starting to see the end of my therapy sessions with D as the start of something else. that's novel for me, and I am trying to nurture it. Some of the ideas that I have come up with are:
It is the start of seeing myself as capable and coping.
It is the start of providing space for myself rather than needing that space to be provided by others.
It is the start of looking after myself again rather than relying on others to look after me.
It is the start of trusting my own decisions.
Here's to new starts. I'm taking off on my bicycle and the training wheels are off. I may be a bit wobbly for a while, but I can see the road ahead.