Last week I told my therapist, “Sometimes I feel worse than when I started therapy,” and his reply was, “Yes, you feel.” So maybe I’m in a dysfunctional place right now, but I’m holding out hope that it will get better. Right now that “aching emptiness” for me can turn into anger and frustration at being left alone to feel these things that don’t make sense. For Echos, it seems to turn to a deep, profound love for her T which I find fascinating because it’s different than my experience. Here’s to hoping it will eventually become less overwhelming for all of us.