Dear G, so it is almost 2 weeks since our final session. It's been a roller coaster of emotions, but I had a really good day at work today. I'm getting used to the schedule, and I'm figuring out how to deal with a couple of the more difficult children. When I got to work today, some of the children were coming down the hall to go to the bathroom, and 3 of them came to give me hugs and tell me that they missed me yesterday. I don't work Tuesdays because I have class. I am managing the transitions better now, and getting into the routine. I love when the kids are interested in my songs. I love seeing their excitement when I have something new for them in my backpack. Today I brought pom poms and glue sticks that go onto the paper purple but turns clear when it dries.

Work is going well and I feel energized by most of my interactions with the children, but I am getting behind in my course work, and my apartment is getting messier and dirtier as I am having trouble keeping up with everything. Sometimes I just feel so exhausted when I get home from work. This evening after work I went to SuperStore and Dollarama and Walmart to get props for my story basket assignment, and by the time I got home I was feeling so wound up. I have laundry to do and I need to write my story along with the activity plan, and I need to do dishes and cook and I really need to start tidying my apartment, but I knew if I started doing any of that I would start whipping myself up into a manic frenzy. I have to be aware of my moods and aware of when I need to slow down and do my relaxing things so I don't go manic, but then that means I don't do things like cleaning and cooking.

I have so much more to tell you, and every time I realize I won't be going back to see you it hits me like a hard ball in my stomach. I miss you SO MUCH. But I know I couldn't be in therapy forever. And I didn't really want to be doing therapy anymore, but I also didn't want to say good-bye to you. I just wish that we could be friends. I love you.