I have improved majorly over my feelings of old T. She really is becoming a feather in the breeze. Yesterday I drank my favorite kind of tea that always made me think of my old T. The only thing I really thought of was “this tea is my favorite.” And I drank it without thinking of her.

I didn’t talk about old T much yesterday to new T. I think I only said that old T thought I had an eating disorder.

I still listen to the song that reminded me of my old T. But now I kinda think “she read the lyrics to this?”

I don’t know what feelings will come up when I’m in that area next Thursday. Or when I have a telehealth with my Pdoc at the end of June.