Dear T,

I can't get that image out of my head, of that part of me lost and alone in a long empty white corridor in a straight jacket and 'muzzle', going beserk. I don't know how to approach that part of me, but I think I am getting there. I think we are getting there. Even though I don't know where 'there' is. The fact that I can even stand to see that image is quite something, I think. I was viewing it from above, from outside of that space, and I wonder if I'll ever be able to sit side by side with that part of me. Again, the fact that I can wonder that is pretty remarkable. I wish we were meeting next week!