Dear T,
I finally figured it out. I idolize you because I want to be you when I grow up. I want to have gone through some **** and be able to be a reasonably competent adult because I worked through it all. Part of me wants to be a T, but really I want to be a school psychologist. But we're so similar in so many ways. You are the avatar of what I could be if I am able to process through my trauma. Now, let's just hope that we can get our stuff sorted out when I see you on Saturday.

Daisy