Dear T,

Did I ever tell you about the book I was writing when I was working with ex T? I think I should start writing it again, because I am finally starting to believe that one day I might actually be able to finish it. The book is called 'My story of trust, trauma and triumph' and for the first time for a very long time (since ex T left) I can finally see that I am making real substantial progress towards the 'triumph' part. If you told me six months ago that by the end of the year I would have told you what I told you yesterday I would have said you were insane. And yet, I did tell you. And the world didn't end. I didn't spontaneously combust. We can still move forwards. What a way to end the year.And who knows, by this time next year I might even have uncovered and worked through some of the feelings I hope might be buried. I say hope because I think feeling the feelings (while not trying to pretend you don't exist - I'm still working on that one!) might be the true path to healing.