Hi T. I'm doing fine today. It sucks. You know why? Because every time I'm fine, which means I'm not crying my eyes out and missing you terribly, I'm angry at you. Angry that I have to let you go. My head knows that ending therapy is okay and even agrees to it. But my heart doesn't feel that way. At all. It means that soon I won't have you in my life anymore and I hate that. I really do. And it hurts. So much. I hate missing you. I hate having to let you go.