Dear T,

I think I made a mistake by allowing you to read my last two journal entries. I do think it was my way of asking for help, but now I'm terrified I actually did the wrong thing. You've realized I don't really share much in session and that my writings say so much more. You knew I was hiding behind my smile, but now you're asking me not to hide- not with you. Easier said than done, but you're asking me to try when we meet again on Thursday morning. I promise to try my best. Just please be patient with me.