T,

Today was so hard. It was great. Except when I realized I was about to break into sobs, and that maybe this huge life transition is a big mistake. I know part of this is just the expected stress, but is this honestly what I want? I don't know. But I want to talk to you.

I just reread a bunch of my posts from years ago. It made me really miss you. I wish I could go sit in your office and have you be there, really be there, with me. I'd still love a hug, or a hand squeeze.

I'm not making any decisions tonight. I'm way too tired with all the traveling. And I want to be rational and not mired in emotion when I do make a decision.

T, I hope we can meet Monday. I am sad we can't meet over the weekend, because Monday seems so far. I feel like I need to hear your voice. I want you to tell me that I can do this, that it will be ok.

I talked to a friend. And I'm worried that will ruin that relationship, because I have opened up a closed door and now I won't be able to stop. I will tell her everything, like I've done before with others.

I am so tired. Why am I still awake? This traveling is mixing up my sleeping and eating habits.

I am proud of all my progress, and I am grateful and positive. But I need some support.

I feel like I really need you these days, T.