Therapy Week 5

My fifth week of a ten-week therapy journey has ended. In other words, I am half-way there. But where is there? I have wandered over fields of calming green and those of thick clinging mud that desire to hold you fast in place as you sink into hazy depths of slime. Found myself lost within dark dank forests of trees that frighten and yet enlighten with leaves of green and heights of magnificent strength. A vigour I long for with all my heart and soul. I have fought my way through crevices that feel as though they only want to snare me and keep me fast. Ached my way up and over steep hills that have given glimpses of life on the other side. Slid and stumbled down into meadows filled with buzzing bees and wild flowers and deep running streams out of which fish briefly spring only to quickly disappear once again. Then my way is blocked by a steep, rocky mountain face that reaches up to pierce the sky. Fear haunts me as I clumsily fight my way upwards with feet that feel filled with lead and hands bound by cord that fumble as they seek to secure holds in existence. Feet that frantically search for the security of footholds that will take my weight without crumbling to dust and let me fall. Panic dances in the cold of fear, too frightened to look down or up or around, just desperately clinging to cracks that appear. Onwards, upwards, I struggle in torrents of anxiety that would have me fall. Frantically I grasp about seeking holds in life as my journey ineptly continues as I wonder and fear I won't make it. That I shall slip and fall to whatever the fate is that awaits me. Yet, slowly, I inch my way up to reach a peak that clearly shows I am only half way there. Wherever there is? And will I achieve whatever it is I seek at the end of this journey?