Yesterday was the last therapy-session. It might sound like a wierd comparison but it feels sort of like when I had to leave the boardingschool in Åsa after two years. A bit sad, a bit scary and at the same time exhilarating. But how can I compare leaving school with leaving therapy, you might ask? Well firstly, in both cases I found a place where I at length felt secure enough not to hide myself behind a mask and it's feels intimidating having to leave. Secondly, I forged a kind of bond, respected and got respect in return from the others in the group. The third likeness is that both times I have grown as an individual and can stand firm in a way I couldn't before. But just because I'm stronger after these ten sessions doesn't mean that I don't need to keep working. Quite the contrary. I've only just started. The others in the group felt a bit the same so we've decided to keep on seeing each other once a week to talk and work together.

Medical update: Last week I had a meeting with my doc. Since I haven't reacted negatively in any way since we started lowering my doses we decided to keep going. We lowered the dose on two of the meds and if everything feels fine in six weeks we will remove one of them entirely!