Last week, I couldn’t stop crying. So I called my people.
Monday, I went to a friend’s and cried for an hour, and she listened and patted me back together.
Wednesday was mediation and I listened and advocated and asked questions.
Thursday, I went out to dinner with friends and complained and problem-solved and worried and got good kind advice.
I thought, I don’t even need to go to therapy any more, really. Look at me using my resources.

Today on the flight home, I started imagining walking in the door at home and saying, “Let’s not do this. It’s too hard.” I don’t think I could admit to anyone else how serious I was. I don’t know if I can do this.

See you tomorrow.