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.

Warm light shining through shattered glass pieces with detailed cracks

32 years later, I came undone. 🚩

CONTENT WARNING: This post discusses abuse, violence, and sexual assault.. Details: Events are mentioned using accurate terms but without graphic descriptions. Media: There are no images. Audience: Reader discretion is advised. Not suitable for children. In this blog post, the author shares her own personal experience with sexual assault.