I sent you another 4:00am email. My kid parts have some questions. I'm still not even really comfortable with talking about "kid parts." I may have been more comfortable having my dissociative disorder something vaguely referred to with hand-waving and a healthy shot of minimalization. I guess we're past that, and parts engaged with therapy are not parts willing to go back into their boxes. Dammit.

See you tomorrow, technically. I'll be paying attention to those answers. For the next stage of all of this, I'm going to need to trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone in my life. I'm -- frankly -- terrified.