The first half of the session was terrible. I shut down and couldn't express myself at all and just sat there curled up and crying. I could tell T didn't know what to say or do.

Then, because I'd said that part of me had wanted to come to the session with a duvet and hide under it, he asked if I wanted him to go and get a sheet, and maybe I could hide. I said it'd feel silly but maybe we could try.

So he got me a sheet, and I hid under it, and I just peeked out at him a bit, and it was somehow much, much easier to speak to him, to tell him what I thought and how I felt and how hurt I'd been that he hadn't replied to my email.

He said he was sad to hear that I'd felt like he hated me because he hadn't replied, and he promised to always acknowledge my emails from now on.

For a while I hid myself completely, in the warm dark safety under the sheet. I wondered if he felt silly talking to me while I was like that and he said he didn't, although he hadn't had many conversations with human-centred blue mountains. I giggled and I guess that must have been quite funny from his point of view - a giggling blue mountain.