I'm supposed to see you tomorrow.

I hit a wall today and I am secretly completely overwhelmed, though no one would know it from looking at me.

You'd think that would be a great time to go to therapy, right? Except I have hit the spot where I am hanging on by Coping, the kind with a capital C. The people around me need so much of my presence and energy and attention right now that I don't have time, space, energy to let go of my stuff. I am gripping it so tightly that I might disintegrate if I let it go.

I don't think once a month is often enough right now. And I don't want to find another therapist and start over because in some respects I am in the home stretch here. And I don't think it would be a good idea to quit. So....Coping.

And I probably won't tell you any of this tomorrow.