My therapist is moving out of state and we had our final session today. It was bittersweet. They are the shit, and under different circumstances, we probably would have been pals. The one year mark of my journey towards mental and physical health is approaching. June 4th is my parents' 36th wedding anniversary and, ironically, the day that my longest relationship imploded. Randomly, I saw my ex and for the first time, I didn't feel like running in the opposite direction. That chapter of my life is finally closed and I can appreciate it for what it was and how it shaped me into the person I am now: someone who no longer requires multiple years to pass in order to be civil with a former partner. Looking back, I have made strides with my personal progress: I love myself more, I sweep my emotions under the metaphorical carpet of non-confrontation a lot less, I do not rely on humor to express my emotions as often as I used to, and I am quite happy being single. There is a list of t...