I must say it feels like months since I last saw you, and yet it has only been 12 days. 12 days of not having to think about any of this stuff. 12 days of not having to fight my internal defences. Still does make me wonder if we should really be doing this. I have no idea what we spent the last couple of sessions working on. No idea at all, except you mentioned something about a scarf. I wonder if you'll remember the scarf. I hope I'll have time in the morning to read my therapy journal before I come, but then, maybe I'm better off not remembering? Maybe it's too hard to deal with, maybe that's why I don't remember. Time is such a strange thing, isn't it, how 12 days can feel like a lifetime sometimes, and yet other times can feel like it passes in the blink of an eye.

I am scared/fearful/nervous/apprehensive/unsure about coming tomorrow. It feels like I'm going to have to spend a few sessions just getting back into the swing of coming this time, and I'm not sure how you'll react to that. I'm not sure how I'll react to that.