I have a cold or something. I'm not feeling that great.
My laptop is down. I have a tablet but it doesn't let me write easily. I have to make too many corrections.
Michelle is doing most of therapy right now. Until the cold, she was drawing and writing to Dr D. Dr D suggested we remind her that we're safe and can speak to him about anything. She doesn't trust him but she does want him to do for her, what he did for Robert which is to hear the worst of her memories. She wants to unload and feel a measure of relief, too.
This month is difficult bc of an anniversary of my brother. I can only shake my head! I'm not as angry with him as I was and I no longer blame my mother for his suicide. I can't for the life of me remember why I blamed her.