Strangelongtrip
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Hello all. I got some hard news today. My therapist passed away suddenly after some non-covid health problems. I'm torn up. There were things we disagreed on, but we always came back to a conversation. I and he both considered us friends. I had just finished up my sessions with him and we were going to keep in touch. He saved my life. When I came to him, I was fresh off an almost suicide attempt that made me leave school, and suicidal almost daily. Now, less than 3 years later, I'm thriving, coping and chasing my dreams, only two semesters from my degree. I would ask him questions and examine things in a way where he'd just get a smile on his face and sort of shake his head because he had to think about it.
Because of COVID we may not be able to have a memorial for him. I keep thinking about the last time I saw him. He said he hated goodbyes so this wasn't goodbye, it was an until next time. Except there isn't a next time. I had so many good things in my life I wanted to tell him about, I even wrote him out an email about a week ago but I never got to tell him some of my dreams were happening. I owe him my life. I know the best way to honor his memory is just to live authentically, but it just seems so hard right now. I'm letting myself feel the deep emotions and just cry. It's just hard. I wanted him to see what I was going to accomplish. It's making me terrified of losing my family members who are around his age, too. I'm about to leave them and move far away and maybe I shouldn't do that, even if they've been sort of toxic.
I'm going to see another therapist at the practice to help process the grief. I'm cycling from anger to denial to sadness and all the other stages. I just needed to put it down somewhere. My friends have been so supportive, which is awesome too. I owe him for that, too, having wonderful friends. Before I saw him my friends were not real friends. Now I just am surrounded by wonderful people. I am so grateful for him.
Because of COVID we may not be able to have a memorial for him. I keep thinking about the last time I saw him. He said he hated goodbyes so this wasn't goodbye, it was an until next time. Except there isn't a next time. I had so many good things in my life I wanted to tell him about, I even wrote him out an email about a week ago but I never got to tell him some of my dreams were happening. I owe him my life. I know the best way to honor his memory is just to live authentically, but it just seems so hard right now. I'm letting myself feel the deep emotions and just cry. It's just hard. I wanted him to see what I was going to accomplish. It's making me terrified of losing my family members who are around his age, too. I'm about to leave them and move far away and maybe I shouldn't do that, even if they've been sort of toxic.
I'm going to see another therapist at the practice to help process the grief. I'm cycling from anger to denial to sadness and all the other stages. I just needed to put it down somewhere. My friends have been so supportive, which is awesome too. I owe him for that, too, having wonderful friends. Before I saw him my friends were not real friends. Now I just am surrounded by wonderful people. I am so grateful for him.