I have them every day. Have no plan. Many of my days seem happy. But almost a day doesn't go by that I don't think of it. I mentioned to my T once that I had them...but not to the extent I do.

IDK, at this point, I'm not sure what she'd do. I like her. she's great. I'm not afraid to tell her. Maybe the thoughts comfort me in some way and I don't want to address it?