Getting ready to leave for my therapy appointment.

[Siwsan]

My poor therapist. The last two times I've seen him I've been a wreck, having lost one of the feral kittens I tried so hard to save and I cried throughout most of the appointment.

This time I'm bring a trunk load of grief. Losing Tegwen and Sian, Joe dropping out of the race (I'm THRILLED about Kamala - just still adjusting) and a non blood related family member kicking me in the solar plexus when I was deeply grieving, and telling me she no longer considers me family. Oddly, I can deal with that and have cut off all avenues of contact with her. Still, it was a shock. I haven't been eating or sleeping, nearly enough, for the past two weeks.

I am bringing LOTS of tissues.

Three more weeks until my medication assessment. That can't come soon enough.