I went and talked to someone else today, my T's supervisor. (my T is graduating and "becoming" one in April)

That was so much harder, since I know him a bit better (he's the chaplain of my university). He's very blunt, but in a nice way. He really tries to be sympathetic. I still hurt. I feel crummy, I didn't go out much on the weekend even when I had plans. I just want to sulk in bed and avoid the world for a very long time. I was told to take my time processing, and there will be people here to listen to me when I want it ... still hurts.

And my T might not be seeing me for the next two weeks, and then only one session after that until he's gone for good.