Today was supposed to be my first therapy session with my new therapist.
I didn't go.
For a moment, I felt like...I'm fine.
I'm just over reacting, and I don't really need to "talk" to anyone.
The day seemed fine.
I was distracted.
Happy.
For a moment.
Something shifted this evening, and now I am really regretful. I should have gone. I am not okay. I can't do this on my own. I miss him. I miss him more than words can describe.
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