What a lovely day in the neighborhood

I have individual therapy on Thursdays.  I don't find therapy to be fun.  

But it's not supposed to be.  

Today I went in feeling very down, feeling trapped again.  

I did some hard work.  The insight for the day is that some of that overwhelming pain I've been feeling regularly since coming out to myself and C is grief.  Grief for my relationship with C. Grief for the loss of who I thought I was/appeared to be.  

Much of the rest of the day went well.  I felt lighter.  

Things with C are tense. Not sure exactly what happened but she's mumbling she can't take this any more.  

I agree.