I have over the past 2months started. First with 4pgs previous posts have mentioned and then a few weeks ago a book of things. The problem with the books is that thy are not truths. They are poems and stories. T says she can see parts if me in then but they are not truths. They are thoughts and emotions abstractly placed on paper in the form of stories through made up ppl.

I know it's a big risk to do all at once but I feel if I don't then I never will. I get side tracked by so much. For Christ sakes we were talking about my writings last week and my brain for the first time since I've been seeing T sees this stupid chair as I ask about it. I never saw that chair in that office before. I was flabbergasted!!

I crave so much to pace Ts office and purge it all but there is no space for pacing. It actually a wee bit claustrophobic.