Dear T,

We missed our appointment this week and I think I am doing just fine. I am glad that you got to go away for spring break. I wish I could go somewhere. You know that I can't. My husband can't travel and we are broke trying to pay all of his medical bills. Sometimes I am really jealous of your life. You probably get to fly anywhere you want since your husband is a pilot. My life is so different from yours. How can you even relate to me? I often wonder if you look down on me and think I am pathetic.

How does it feel to have clients need you? Does that make you feel special? It makes me angry. I don't like it and I wish I didn't need you. I think I am getting angry about you being gone. I didn't think I was until I started writing this message. Now I am crying. I hate that I need you.

Squiggle