A couple of weeks ago I went to therapy on Friday like I always do but little did I know my therapist had some news to share with me. He told me he was switching clinics and the clinic he would be working at wouldn't take my insurance...in other words we were going to have to say goodbye. I cried like a baby. It is ridiculously hard to find a good therapist and after years of searching I landed myself in his office and I stayed there since November 2012. He promised to make sure I had a new good therapist before he left but he would be done seeing patients by the end of March. That was a hard session. Every time I thought I was done crying I'd start right back up. Honestly, I was a little embarrassed by my strong reaction.
Well now it's been a few weeks since our last session and I'm slowly coming around to this new therapist lady that my old therapist hooked me up with. And I think I will be ok. I've even given thought to quitting therapy for a while...just to see how I feel. But right now I'm in the middle of a medication change and I need to go to therapy so that there is someone who can keep a close and objective eye on me.
I wish my old therapist well and I hope that if our paths cross in the future that I will be able to tell him (without crying) just how much our work together meant to me and how much it helped me. My parents can tell you that working with him really made a difference in my life. He will be missed.
Love, Randi
