Dear T,

I see you on Tuesday and already I'm feeling worse than ever. I want to curl up into a ball and just bawl my eyes out. Although I may even be at the point where I can't cry.

I hope you can offer me some comfort, but I know realistically that you can only do so much.

Dear pdoc,

I see you on Tuesday too, but I don't want to tell you about my depression. I don't know what I'm going to say to you.

I don't think I'll be able to hide the depression, though. My grandma says I seem "noticeably sad".