Well I woke up for my therapy session with a hole in my stomach. I didn’t think my anxiety could get that bad, about learning who I am and why I do what I do. But at the end of the day my therapy session was actually for July 17th so I rescheduled another one for tommorow at 12. I think it will be easier then to talk and speak but now I have another day to ponder alone with my thoughts. It sucks. I miss her more everyday. I feel terrible about it. I wish there was another way.











