Dear T,
I've spent the past 7 days thinking about you. Since finding the information on the internet, I've went from being ashamed of my dreams about you, to now being present. In tune with why I would have such dreams, and understanding how you would manage to get yourself in the little pickle you did.
Today as I prepare for our appointment tomorrow, I can't help but feel excitement. I look forward to telling you about the dreams and how I processed them. I look forward to actually being present instead of hiding behind a facade. I look forward to being transparent and actually beginning the work. I look forward to apologizing to you for my weirdo client dreams.
This has been a week filled with facing shame, discovering personal business, understanding boundaries, being honest with myself, and trying to make sense of it.
If I never see you again, I don't know how I will process it. To no avail, I know I'll process it.