Today was the day of my (hopefully) final session.
I am 16 now, and I've been in therapy for about 4 years.
25% of my lifa have had some sort of therapy, and it feels so strange to know that it's over. At least it's over for now, but only the future knows if I'll ever need it again.

I have gone into detail about my story before in a previous blog post, but to put it this way.
I spendt the first two years being evaluated and sendt on to someone new because they all thought I needed "more help than they could offer".
Then I had one year with this shrink that ... well honestly, didn't do that much for me.
And then, the final year.
There have been many things changing in my life, like the people I hang with, the school, my friends and stuff like that. Also, I have changed a lot about my way of dealing with things.
It was the strangest feeling to be done with all of this. I know that I've made a lot of progress in my way of awareness about my thoughts and emotions, and for that, I owe my final therapist everything.

I would like to officially thank her for everything, and let her know that I enjoyed the talks. I have learned a lot, and I'll do my very best to use it wisely.

Anyways, my time in therapy is over now. It's been a part of my life for a quarter of my life, and it feels strange not to have it anymore. But I'm ready for it. Maybe.

So yeah.
Wish me luck.