Dear T: I do not know if I am getting well. It's been like over a year since we met, so, like, I should not be taking up space in your office anymore, right? I should be over the anxiety, depression, and all the other issues, shouldn't I?
If you left, like to take a different job, it would crush me. I do not see you as a mom, but you are pretty important to me just now. I secretly hope our/my therapy goes on for quite a while yet, only because I know I am not quite well. Maybe I should be, but, well, sorry, I am not. I am sorry I am such a mess. Every time we deal with an issue, another one appears. You must be so tired of me. Sorry.