Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I've been seeing a therapist off and on for fifteen years, and I could be embarrassed about not being fixed yet, but I'm not. I began seeing her when my younger daughter was severely ill, and now I go months without seeing her (or right now talking to her on the phone), but then hone back in when my life is rough. She knows my history, and is empathetic and wise. She's seen me through my kids marriages and grandkids births, my brother's death, my older daughter's death and my struggles to follow a Buddhist path. Sometimes I have something I want to work on, and we talk every week, but normally we check in once a month. Right now my grief is bringing up some issues that have been threaded throughout my life, and I wish to be more conscious of them and, as Buddhists say, respond not react. I'm grateful she's been there for me, and gives me direction. She's my age, and has had similar issues with her kids and grandkids in her life, so I know she knows what I'm going through. She's in my corner of my boxing ring, and I can count on her. And the more her voice is in my head, the stronger I feel about my actions. She and my Zen teacher and my Tibetan teacher are my spirit guides. I don't leave home without them.