I was going to write.
But life was just hopping along and I was waiting for appointments to happen (in October), waiting for decisions, waiting, waiting. Waiting for my therapist, who broke her arm, to get back to me. She said she’d be back on the 23rd. On Friday.
Today I found out she died.
So I’m in shock, and I’m confused.
I will write more when my thoughts return. For now, I’m just… shocked. Sad. Confused. Anxious. I don’t know.