I’ve been seeing my therapist- for a year actually. And I was so against it and talked it down. Until, my impulsive behavior took a turn and I dipped my toe in. I called panicked. A lump in my voice and the women was overly nice. She asked me if I had a preference male or female. I told her I didn’t care if was a Martian. I have to see someone. She gave me my therapist name and the information. I hung up feeling exhausted and drained. I receive a call literally ten seconds after hanging up. It was my lovely therapist. We chatted briefly and he told me to do something fun for the weekend. I laughed over how corny that sounded. Don’t get me wrong. I was overly sarcastic and it took me close to a year to make progress. Trust. I had to trust this man and I can easily call him a friend. It’s professional- swear it. I see him weekly and I find myself going every week just too- talk? Chat? Something to do? Get me out of the house? I do get overwhelmed and need to vent and talk his ear off. But today, I just want to talk. Feel less lonely I suppose - he understands me on a level my fiancé doesn’t quite get - yet. Does any one else have a tight bond with their therapist? 