Person sitting on wooden bench beside mist-covered lake during sunrise

From there to here.

A journey from what I dreamed my life would be to what it actually became.

A low-angle shot of a single yellow wildflower viewed from underneath against a pale blue sky.

Changes.

Yesterday marked the end of my therapy journey with a long-term MST/PTSD therapist who guided me through nearly four years of challenges. I’m moving on to a new therapist and ACT, feeling a mix of gratitude, pride, sadness, and fear about this transition. I reflect on the emotional impact of changing therapists.