Dear G, I am still feeling very fragile after being in the psych unit for 9 days. Things fell apart, and I'm still not quite sure how. Was it really just yesterday that I met with you? It feels like forever, but I guess I had to switch gears and go back to class in the evening, and then that's all I was focused on. Today was an okay day. I went to the park with my sister and darling little Desi, and I got some reading done for class and got some autumn leaves from a different park for a children's craft activity, and now I am crocheting, because I rediscovered in the hospital that crocheting is very grounding for me. I'm glad I get to see you again next week. I love you, and I'm not going to waste time thinking that I shouldn't love you. I just do, and it is what it is.