Dear T,
Had a great day yesterday. Spent the whole day taking care of myself. It felt indulgent. The day before was awful though.

I appreciate the offer for me to text you when it gets bad but I can't get past the thought of interrupting your private life. I picture you having dinner with your kid(s?) and getting some silly *** text from me whining about feeling bad.

It seems like way too much to ask. But the offer makes a difference. It's a nice thought.