Dear T,
I am crashing again. I am scared and tired. I just want to curl up in a little ball under a blanket and hide until our next session. I want to tell you about the si thoughts but I am afraid to. I am afraid you'll want me on meds or say you won't see me anymore. I'm not sure why I would even think that. I am terrified of it though. I am so tired of the constant cycling. I don't even know why I enjoy the good days anymore. I know they are just there for a short while and then its back to this.
Me.