Dear T,

I don't like it that you told me you thought I was happy and I don't know it. I feel like you're saying that I'm ungrateful, and I don't think that's fair. I work very, very hard to be okay and stable. I don't think you understand or appreciate how difficult it is to control my emotions or how tiresome and frustrating it is. I would like a little bit of understanding from you. I would like some compassion.

Also, you've been talking about how pretty soon I won't need therapy anymore. Please stop doing that. It hurts my heart. I'm not ready. You're the only person I talk to and I still need you. I'm scared that I can't do this without you. Please don't make me go.