Last day at Dr. T's old office today. Struggling some. Didn't help at all that I went to the restroom after I left his office, then when I was walking to the elevator, saw him close the door to the waiting room. I overheard something that suggested they were packing up the waiting room, he seemed to see me, then shut the door quickly without, say, waving or anything. Maybe he just didn't want to distress me, but it felt awkward. I sent a brief email about it--also wanted to make sure he didn't think I was spying on him (I just had to pee! And wanted to wipe off my face from crying, as I was heading somewhere after).

But he also had to cancel Wednesday, because of move stuff, and shifted me to Thursday instead of Friday. So we have one less session this week than usual, and it's going from today till Thursday. I know it's not rational, and I understand cognitively what's going on. but I'm feeling a bit abandoned.