letters not sent-losing game

Dear T, It's been over a week since we've communicated and today is the first day I feel like I really need you to be here. I guess my wish that we could get down to one session a week isn't going to happen again this year. I know it probably doesn't matter to you …

the blahs

Well, it didn't rain and we didn't have a thunderstorm which means lightning didn't hit the tree beside our tent and I'm still here...sigh. We're leaving a day early still because they are calling for 20-30mm of rain which is good for the forest fire situation but not so good for tearing down a campsite …

vacation

Well here we are, the second and last vacation for the summer. One more week away from work and life. One more week away from therapy. I know I really shouldn't complain because T hasn't taken any additional time away and the first week was my holiday and not his but something about the separation …

so much more than depression

Yesterday, I had my therapy session and we were talking about my mother--again--and I didn't really want to. I feel kind over that part of everything. Yes, it hurts and it's a huge disappointment but I'm coming to realize she isn't going to change and if I'm not willing to move on from it, then …

will the world actually cave in because I am too much?

I've asked myself the question a thousand times a day when it's literally felt like my world is falling apart around me. Lately it feels like I've been asking the question more often than not. And it all feels like it's my fault for being too much for those around me. I often feel like …

letters not sent–we don’t know how to ask for what we need

Dear T, It feel like we're back in the place where we spend too much time in silence looking for the words to try to explain how we feel. It's gut-wrenching to constantly wonder whether or not we're doing the right thing. There's something about this time of year that makes us feel so sad …