I have been in counseling for my addiction for two years. Summers are busy for everyone, including my counselor and myself. For the second summer in a row, we met only once. When the fall arrived, and I expected things to get back to normal, I have not been able to get in touch with her to set up a meeting.
At the end of the summer I failed but managed to pick myself up. It is true what she says: I know the truth -- I just have to remember to live it. And so I managed to get back where I need to be. And have been consistently doing that for some weeks now.
Perhaps I don't need her anymore.
But the idea that I won't be meeting with her anymore makes me sad.