I think it will be easier in two weeks because I'll see my T afterwards. I've also realized that one of the things that scares me is that the social worker at that place made me tell my brother's name, which T doesn't even know after more than two years. I never refer to him by him, as it's quite triggering to me...

And if you add my fear of moving out to the mix.... well i guess it's no wonder I want to flee...