T, I think I’ve done my whole life wrong, wasted my life. Believing in therapists. Wanting my T to be my mom. Well, if you had lived through what I had, you would too. But there’s no doing that. I think I’ve finally given up and surrendered. So, T, if you’re not something to hold onto, then what is? Maybe I should’ve forgiven my mom for hurting me so badly long ago. What she did hurt me terribly and was horrible and crazy, but there’s no doubting how much she loves me. That at least she cares about me. I don’t have anything else now.