this morning #954.

this morning, i cradled the eggs & apples & bread in my arms. walked leisurely back toward my apartment. after breakfast, there was only one item on the agenda: penning the friggin’ letter to my mother. my therapist had been urging me to do so, saying it was time to lay it all out. i’d delayed but today i’d taken off work so i could focus on it. i was supposed to be real. unafraid to be harsh. unafraid to love. tell her how she made me feel that one time. those two times. all those times. the whole point of the exercise is to corral & sum up my feelings, see what comes up. if i don’t want to send it, i don’t have to send it. i can work up to that. maybe it’ll just be a first draft. let’s take this one step at a time.