I'm a little better this morning, thanks. It's been weird since I sent him the letter about my "stuff." On the one hand, it's a relief. He knows; he's okay with me still; he's still telling me I am "the opposite of gross." On the other hand, HE KNOWS!! Which apparently makes me sick. The nightmares stopped the same night that I sent him the story, and I slept well that night, but the next night, the anxiety kicked into high gear and although I didn't have nightmares, I didn't sleep well either.

I did work on my brief last night and got most of it done. And it was apparently boring enough that I got a few hours of sleep.

I did not call the crisis, on call person, because I figured they would tell my T that I called and that would be too embarrassing. Bad enough that I need HIM! I definitely don't want to need some generic T I've never met. You get that, right, stopdog?