Ananda

I am currently sitting in independent study next to Rachel, I have no motivation to do my actual course work; for some reason find it easier to do at home. So I thought I’d better write my diary. I had my last therapy session on Thursday, both my mum and dad came which is unusual, and my therapist, Georgia brought a little lemon cake and chocolate cake. The two of us ate and laughed and reminisced, then my parents came in and we talked about how far I had come. There are so many things that have changed, things I can do now that I couldn’t have done last year. It’s nice to know that my parents are proud of me and, to be honest, I’m proud of myself. I hugged Georgia goodbye, my mum teared up, and my dad stood there relatively awkwardly as emotions ran high.

After my final session, we went out for a celebratory dinner at this little Italian place where we go every year for my birthday. It was really nice to feel as though I’d achieved something, “graduating therapy,” Georgia said. I had a delicious and simple pizza with chopped tomatoes and mozzarella. For dessert, I had banoffee pie, my absolute favourite, and we headed home. ♦