When I write something that expresses how I really feel on the inside, I have to send it right away too. If I wait, some other ego state vetoes the correspondences. The first letter I wrote and the really personal disclosure I sent my T, I went as far as driving to a mailbox in the wee hours of the morning to make sure I didn't just shelve it yet again. Boy the agony I put myself through afterwards is sometimes unbearable. Luckily, so far the disclosures I've made this way needed to be made and have resulted in some really positive dialog in therapy.

My recommendation is do what ever you have to do (call, write, journal, scream, cry) to start communicating. Then work on moving forward from there.