Dear T,

When am I going to learn to let 24 hours go by before hitting "send" when I write you an email? When am I going to understand that when I am in the netherlands between mania and depression that it's not a good time to email you a long rambling letter attempting to analyze our relationship, your skills as a therapist and/or discuss terminating therapy with you? I have no excuse other than being a total and complete moron. Talk about impulse control - I have none, nada, zip. From tangled neurons to computer keys it spews out without being censored or given conscious thought.

I dread the thought of your response to this latest stream of babble. You've been so patient in the past, but this might just be the one that tips the iceberg, that breaks the camel's back, that rings the bell, that......well, you get the idea.

Just shoot me, OK?