Dear T

Today is extremely difficult. I barely got out of bed and I keep having flashbacks. I keep feeling like I am in danger, which is annoying because it's not a logical thought.

I wish I could get over my fear of reaching out to you. But I'm trying. I keep typing, erasing, and retyping what I would e-mail you. I keep editing, trying to minimize the intensity of this horrible feeling because I don't want to make a big deal out of it. But that shouldn't be the point of this, is it? That's not going to help. So to the drafts folder it goes for now.

I'm going to go and curl up into a ball and cry now. Hopefully I come to my senses and just press send later.