I'm super, super sad today. I had a panic attack in the women's room at walmart.

It's about therapy ending. It is SO HARD. I can't stand it, and then I tell myself that saying that doesn't help. I can stand it. It won't hurt forever. Someday I won't even think about T every day any more.

But, man. All the things I tell myself and all the things I read and all the things T says, it doesn't make much difference. It doesn't take away the pain. It doesn't feel the whole in me. It just makes me want to die.