Dear T,

I woke up missing you /: what is that all about? I wish I could tell you the way I experience therapy and how I feel about you. I wish I could give you the full story of what I've been through as I know it, with no hesitation or difficulty getting the words out. I feel more and more inauthentic every week when I'm gaining new insight or learning something but can't share it with you. It makes me sad, T. I want you to know me but I put a wall up and make you guess around and put you in an awkward position. I guess I just don't do therapy well