For the first time in 9 years, I’m no longer in therapy. But over these years, I’ve done it all – individual, family and group sessions. I use to be embarrassed to talk about it, but there is nothing wrong with analysis. Having said that, last night I went to my last group session. After two years, I felt like I had gotten everything to gain from others within the group. Plus, I’m so much further along in my personal development. I have a network, a support system. I have a circle of friends. I’m on better terms with members of my family. So as scary as it seems, I’m ready for whatever comes my way. I’m sure there will be times where I’ll long for the group or even individual sessions, but I’ll muddle through. For far too long life has been about what happened on and before March 11, 1994 (the day my Mom died). While I won’t forget, I’m ready to move on. As cheesy as it sounds, I’m ready to seize the day!