Ok...I survived. I actually did really well.

I worried my T this week, though. She was so concerned about how hopeless I was and how much I was pulling away. She even said she was very concerned that I might commit suicide (I reassured her I wasn't going to ). But it reminds me how much she genuinely does care. She had this thing about justice. She absolutely HATES injustices, and she really feels like the situation I am dealing with is unjust to me. She threatened to call the person who is causing problems, but I told her she definitely shouldn't do that. And she said she had to remind herself that she needed to be there to support me, not to fix my problem or try to protect me. It was nice to hear someone say they wanted to protect me from other people. It's not something I got very much of growing up. And I am glad she understood how much pain I was in, rather than trying to analyze my fault in the situation. I do really appreciate her.