Dear T,

I wish we were meeting tomorrow because I'm in pain. I will hang on and I'm sure it will be ok, but the thing I told you I don't want to talk about in T - the thing you told me was my choice but you strongly encouraged me to bring it into the therapy room- yeah. That thing is hurting me so much tonight. It's so much that its just beyond words. It drives me to dark, awful thoughts. It is bad, T.

Somehow I have to tell you about it because its so out of control. I'm afraid if/when I finally do, you will think Im so stupid, crazy and pathetic that you won't even want to look at me. But T, I need help