I got rid of a therapist last fall and though I was with her for far less than four years, I felt a slight sense of worry after our last session. I realized that I had just said goodbye to my only friend, and I was alone again. So I just felt slightly worried about being cut loose and on my own again, but that passed after about a week. At that point I started to actually feel a little more...stable. I began to wobble out of that dank hole I had been in with all of those ugly things from the past and remember a different me--the shiny, perfect, pretend me! The me I'd been pretending to be all those years while PTSD nipped, unbeknownst to me, at my heels. Out of Attica. I was back to denial, and I liked it. :devilish: Well, not entirely back to denial. I've continued to live in seclusion and visit this site more or less regularly to talk about things. But the really hard work of eviscerating ugly secrets and unspeakable memories from yourself in front of another, possibly judgmental, person was behind me, and I was like a kid let out of detention.
Well, now I am looking for a new therapist (should be the next week or two if I can finally get this insurance mess sorted out) because of this one chapter of my life that is a gargantuan block of trauma that I didn't even touch on with my former therapist. It is giving me hell, and there are some things I just have to tell someone...anyone.
So I would say be prepared for a spell of loneliness but try to enjoy the brief vacation from yourself while you look for a good new therapist.