Dear T,

It's been 41 days since we were last able to have an appointment. Completely off your own back, you asked me to contact you when things got really bad and I needed some support, because you want to catch me when I fall and be there when no one else is. I couldn't believe my ears, but you said you were sure you meant it. Yesterday was the day for that brief but emotionally charged e-mail. I have a really hard time reaching out and asking for help, but I did it. I feel incredibly vulnerable and on edge because you haven't acknowledged or replied yet, and it's been over 24 hours now. There's no set time frame for you to reply within, but this isn't at all like you, maybe I was naive to believe you meant what you said. Please give me something T, anything to let me know you're okay and that you don't think I'm just one great big pain in your butt! I feel like the biggest doofus in the world right now.

Best wishes,
Bear

PS. I hope you're having a good day, and have been enjoying spring.

PPS. I'm missing you more than I'll ever tell you.