Dear uni therapist,

I have mixed feelings about Easter break. On the one hand, I get to go home to Norway, see my family, our dog (who is the best) and all the cats, and my pony. On the other hand, I won't see you for three weeks. Expect emails with pictures of my pony adventures. Especially since you asked me for pictures. At some point I would like to hear more about you and your horse that you had when you were younger, I love talking to you about these things. I love how we have so many things in common.

Thank you for your patience yesterday when I had yet another negative reaction to thinking about my coursework. You must feel like you are getting nowhere with me, and I'm really sorry about that. You are right, just a few words from you and I go back to when I was growing up and my dad was getting all worked up about my homework. You seem to really get it, how severely it impacted me. I especially go back to that one evening when I was ten, when he was shouting at me and physically shaking me for at least two hours because I didn't understand what he was trying to explain to me. His explanations were always too advanced for me, which he never seemed to get, and I ended up sobbing through most of it. At one point he started to threaten to throw me out of the house and make me run five times around the farm, because MAYBE THAT WOULD CLEAR MY HEAD AND I'D FINALLY UNDERSTAND. It was 10pm by then. Your reaction when I reenacted that whole thing was striking. It felt very validating. Thank you. You are the best and I love you.

Three weeks. I already miss you so much. And I feel really pathetic and ridiculous about it.