Had my second therapy session today...I enjoyed it which I find a bit sick. She got out the stones...pretty, polished and all different colours. And I was to pick one to represent myself, Kris and one for each parent. Then explain what drew me to each of them: ME: I chose a pale pink stone for myself saying it wasn't a solid colour but it looked hopeful. KRIS: I picked a beautiful bright blue/turquoise one because it felt to me like the saviour. DAD: Got a black stone...because i'm angry with him inside MUM: She got another black one with hwite patches, because i'm angry with her too but at least there's hope. I cried most of the session. But It was ok. I'm at my dad's now, but I wish I wasn't.