Yep, it's day 6 of her 28 day absence and I barely remember she exists. Isn't that fantastic? In fact, I see no reason to continue seeing her when she returns. I can't even remember why I'm in therapy.

Wow, I hope this keeps up for the next 22 days. Could I actually be one of those who escapes the torture of terrible separation anxiety? Or am I just burying very deeply any feelings about it?

Well, stay tuned...