It's only 45 minutes, but...

I used to dread the thought of going to a therapist. Images of the disturbed and what not pass before my mind eye when the word comes to mind.
Today was my second appointment with Shawn. It's only 45 minutes and it goes by quick. But... it has been so good. Someone to talk with, to listen to me and try to understand or sort through my thoughts. He has no attachment to me and I don't have to worry about that. Of course it's easier that he's not a woman, but you know.
Thank you Shawn. Thank you Bishop for encouraging me to go and my family for their support.

Some of the best 45 minutes of my week.