um t, how come i'm sitting here this morning second-guessing myself and feeling a little niggling sense of out-of-control-ness knowing we don't have a 'set' appointment day/time anymore? I guess it's normal. A fear that you won't have time for me anymore. I take a deep breath and remind myself that I know that's not true. I can't wait to actually see you next month. It's been more than 2 years since we've sat in the same room together. I couldn't tell you yesterday just how much I want that. Tried to play it so cool when you said we could. It's funny even though I don't need therapy anymore I can still be an idiot. I guess the two are not mutually exclusive. Or something. Anyway, I'm sure you know how I feel about all of this anyway.