Dear T,

I have no idea what I'm going to say to you tomorrow. It's the last time we'll be meeting this year, which is both sad and kind of okay. I just can't seem to get any clarity around therapy anymore.

And I'm so wiped out. Seeing you on Tuesday mornings is difficult, because I work so late on Mondays. I feel like I can barely think straight in the morning, let alone remember and organize my thoughts.

I need to go home now, but I'm feeling stuck again. Too much to do and not nearly enough time to attend to it all.