The Last Therapy Session On Monday, I attended my final therapy session, possibly ever. It was bitter sweet. I did not think that I was ready to be done, but my therapist had been suggesting it for months. So, I squeezed in all the time I could with her. I was in therapy for about 3 years. It was a long journey. When I first started I could not see a light at the end of the tunnel and voiced that often. It wasn't a walk in the park. It was really hard. I had to take a long look at myself often and admit that maybe I was part of the problem. That alone is a really hard thing to do. I did so much work on myself in and out of my therapy sessions. I had to relive all of my traumatic moments that landed me there in the first place. Having to tell it all caused me a lot of hardships. I had to go through nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks. But ignoring the problem does not making it go away. We have to relive our pains in order to conquer them. The Version ...