Dear T,

I can't do it. You think I can, but how I am now... no I can't. I know I'll stand still woth that. But really, I can't. I don't want to disssapoint you. I think you think I can do more than I can. Maybe you're right. But seriously. I'm feeling terrible. I can't concentrate. I can hardly come out of bed.
I don't know what to do anymore. I know we kind of talked about this today. But I haven't told you everything. Maybe I'll send you an email. But then I'll be afraid that you'l think it's better to terminate. And I don't want that even thought I just want to give up on therapy.
I don't want to feel like this anymore. I can't take it anymore. And I don't know what to do. Therapy can't make me feel better right away. This medication isn't working. And it takes time for another to know if that one will work. I can't seem to find anything that will make me feel less bad. Nothing works. And I hate myself so much. I don't know what to do.
Telling you this won't help either. You can't make me feel better.
I just want everything to go away.