I told M about the letter I got from the hospital yesterday and I did a lot of crying. I couldn't look at him at all, except for a little bit at the end. I didn't quite manage to tell him how I really feel. I'm too ashamed. But I told him some of it. Then I couldn't look in case I saw that he really did think I'm ridiculous.

Anyway, at the end of the session (with four minutes to go) we had this exchange, which was good:

Luc: I'm waiting for you to make everything better. You have four minutes...
M: Okay. I'll try my best! ...what would make everything better?
Luc: Maybe if I could be a completely different person with a completely different life? That would be better. Wait... no, 'cos I might just end up being a different person with a different s**t life.
M: Yeah. So, a shrimp instead, then...
Luc: Yes! If you could magically turn me into a shrimp that would be great, thanks.
M: ...I haven't done that workshop yet...

Heh.