Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I talked to my therapist by phone, as I do every couple of weeks these days, and she wept at one point.  Her compassion for my daughter is so great and her empathy so open that she feels as if it is her own daughter.  What a blessing she has been for me these last few years.  Her guidance has been essential to my well being and wholesome actions, and I trust what she says implicitly.  When she compliments me on something I say, I usually respond that she is catching me on a good day.  But the truth is:  I feel better and more positive talking to her, so the darkness recedes.  I feel we solve things together, as a team, and she's in my head and heart enough that I feel her support at all times.  Therapy is a strange relationship, but I've been lucky with my person, and though I am not normally a trusting person, she has my complete trust.  That is amazing to me.  A gift.