I hope Jack is ok, too. I feel worrying about pets is worse than people sometimes, because they can’t tell you exactly what’s wrong, even when they want to.
Dear T, I was thinking today about the progress I’ve made since we started working together. I might not have a new job that suits me more, or a place of my own (yet!), but I’m feeling so much better than I was this time last year. I’m less anxious in general and more hopeful about certain things. I’m glad I pushed through the times I secretly wanted to stop, like I did with other Ts. If my life were made into a movie I’d want to end on a shot of us panning out wider to a beautiful sunset, with “I can see clearly now the rain has gone” playing in the background. Then cut to I’m Not OK by My Chemical Romance for the credits!
In short, thank you!