"Cleopatra used to rule but she got nothing on me now cause I'm the last girl on earth."

Today was the final day of the therapy contract that I signed a little over a year and a half. I've turned in my exit papers and now I'm left to my own devices in life. I should clear up one thing, I was never scared of therapy and have always been extremely open in my sessions. Because of this I was very scared to stop but I soon realized that there is absolutely no reason for me to have fear. Yes, therapy helped me out A LOT and I've grown into such a different person through that experience. That's not to say I still don't have work to do because, after all, I'm still alive. And like I said in my graduation speech last year, to stop learning means to stop living and I'm not ready to stop either of those things. So I thanked my therapist for the work he's done with me and assured him I'd be okay. Do I believe that? Hell yeah. I'm growing into the person I always saw myself as and have picked up things along the way that weren't exactly a part of my "big picture" but I don't regret anything I've done or what I've gone through. Without those people or experiences I would've been stuck in the same naive and young place that I was two years ago. Can I go on without the support of a therapist and a set time to express myself? Of course. And I plan to fill my days with things to keep me and my mind busy while still exploring every aspect of the person I'm growing to be. In this moment I am content. Do I think it'll last forever? Maybe. No one knows what troubles tomorrow or the next day might bring but I am more than willing to explore and see what exactly is in the horizon.