I booked my next appointment for a fortnight ahead instead of a week. I decided that I was struggling too much to afford weekly appointments. I'm going to look for a part time job, so hopefully I change back to weekly soon. Still, it feels like the beginning of the end. It hurt. I rely on the support so much. I need T and next week I'll have no one. I cried so much after the end of my appointment. There can't be any more tears left in me, surely. Even though this was my attempt to be in control of the situation, even though it was my choice...I feel like I'm on my own and have no one. I don't know how to be okay, knowing I really need the help, knowing T is here and not away, and not being able to see her.