O Wise Ones,

Just wanted to tell you that I got up the gumption to take my family-of-origin photograph back to therapy yesterday.

As it happens, I "forgot" it in my car and had to race out of the office and grab it. wasting valuable expensive time and rush back upstairs and plop down at which point the moment was nearly spoiled.

We talked a little about the photograph but mainly scratched the surface. It went okay....though I kept wandering off topic and making really lame jokes (?) because I was too too nervous...oh well! T didn't push too hard....which was good because I was skirting the edges....on purpose.

I can forsee taking this same picture back several times. Ugh...I really dread talking about how obvious my despair and disconnection appear in the photograph, and hate seeing the fear on my brother's face....I could go on....but I just want to convey that I DID IT!

I think several of us are making significant progress.....and I'm feeling a bit boastful (and relieved) today, and just couldn't keep it all to myself!

I'm a lot relieved and a little bit proud of myself. Or was that the other way around?