Light at the end of the tunnel no longer just a pin prick

At the start of this process, back in March there was no light at the end of the tunnel, it was completely totally walled up, letting no light through. Gradually over the last few months I have been able to see a speck of light at the end of the tunnel. And today, admittedly a good day with not a single dark cloud over the horizon, I feel as if the hole just got bigger, letting in more light, brightening up my future enough for me to think that there may well be a future.
Today for the first time in ages I have only be smiling. Today for the first time in ages I have real hope that I will be able to find my way through the tunnel and emerge from it a different person. Today for the first time I am able to think that I might just make it in one piece.
Yesterday was my 9th session of Therapy. I will admit that I started off the hour quite worried about the future. Terrified that I would be told that the end was neigh with regards to therapy. That 12 weeks would be sufficient to sort me out. I came out hopeful that the session will be increased to at least 16. Hopeful because I know that I need them. I know that I still have so much to learn, so much to take in, so much to process. I am now  aware that CBT is not a magic overnight cure. That it does take several months to actually work.
I have 4 weeks left of "happy pills" left. Four weeks to muster the courage to ask GP if I should come off them. Four weeks to see if Mr GP agrees with Mr T that I need to come off them. I understand the logic: come off them whilst still in therapy to see if I can cope on a daily basis pill-free and just function using the CBT techniques. But at the same time I know it will take courage and determination for me to take that next step into the unknown.
I have beautiful children and the best husband a woman could wish more. I need to conquer the remaining demons for their sake, as well as my sanity.

I hope to break my record of 5 good days in a row. Let's see if I can make it 6 good days in a row.

Off to get some work done now. And later I shall copy out all my therapy notes to make them neater, plan the week's exercise routine, and plan the week's menu. The latter being a first, but necessary I think so that I can plan 1 week of healthy eating so that Mr GP doesn't send me home with a flea in my ear for not losing weight. Think he might lose patience otherwise (and not wanting me as a patient either lol)

Here's to the future.