ack. I called my T and woke her up. It's early here, just barely dark, so I thought it would be safe to call her. Now I feel like a heel.

she said she's going to be honest with me, it's not going to start feeling better anytime real soon. I mean, I appreciate her honesty, I don't want her to lie to me even to make me feel better, but... I pretty much already knew that. She said we might be done with the story by the end of summer, but the emotions are going to take a while to process. I think she has much more faith in my ability to survive this than I do. Much more.