Struggling this morning. Had a restless night of sleep.

I left my journal and some writings I did that my T asked me to leave in her mailbox and when I called to be sure she got them she said she forgot to check her box before she left the office.
I know we all have a zillion things going on...but I am having some difficult times right now and I just feel like once again being forgotten is like saying my existence is no longer needed because no one remembers me anyway.
So, I just wanted to vent here because I feel once again like that little kid trying to get her mom to pay some type of attention to her and she is willing to do anything for like 5 minutes of unconditional love but mom is too busy with everything else to remember me...

Opps, began to ramble I think. Let me stop here before this goes further then it should.