Yesterday's session was okay but I felt disjointed. T diagnosed me with selective mutism. Hmm. Whatever. Too sad to care. Want to sleep for a couple of weeks and wake up and hopefully be over this deep dark depression. I told that to T on text today. We'll see if she responds. Sometimes I have trouble talking to T and I know we only have 45 minutes. So then I feel pressure. Then I don't get the words out. She told me about her work with CPS and some sad stories. I don't know why. Why tell a person who is already sad, sad stories? Hmm. My Mom when I called her right now told me to put on my happy face. I told her I didn't have one. She said I did. Whatever. Forced myself to stay at work today and not go home early. T doesn't work on Fridays so I don't think I can get a second session this week. Just gotta buckle up and get through it one way or another.