I went to (fancy beach town) the other day for non-T-related reasons. It was my first time there, and I ended up loving it— though I was sore about it at first.. We drove right by my therapist’s house, which was weird and exciting and sad and intriguing. Didn’t see her- she was prob in the city. The town is her stomping ground where she is all the time, about a 4 hr drive from the city. But she takes the boat.. she was never shy taking about it. It felt surreal to be there, especially now that she’s not really in my life anymore. I kind of can’t belive I was right there... I miss her & it’s a constant internal battle whether to reach out or not. Oh, life...