Dear T,

I'm nervous about seeing you tomorrow. I'm not sure how I'm feeling now that I've shared some of the really big stuff. I don't want to have to just put my brave face on and walk out the door when I'm really wishing I could hold on to you and refuse to leave. I imagine myself as a little girl crying and screaming please don't make me go. But, I'm not that little girl anymore. I have to be an adult. It hurt SO much walking out the door last week. It makes me scared to even show up at all.