I spent a good part of my therapy session today talking about Julie Fairhurst. It was the first time I have actually cried since her death. I am still processing it all. I want to write about her — I will write about her — but right now it is hard to gather my thoughts into anything that makes sense. I’m thinking the best way would be to break it down into several parts. I may start this week, or I may wait; not sure yet.
I talked about Brian just a bit, but mostly just about him being an asshole (my meds are working).
I talked about my fear of something happening to Chuck. Lynn asked if we get regular physicals. She said it would be a good idea to keep on Chuck about that.
We ended the session about 8 minutes easy, as I ran out of issues. It felt weird.