I’m not sad anymore, like last year. He’s not manic anymore, like last year. He never stopped being sweet since coming home from the hospital. It shouldn’t be enough, the absence of drama and animosity, but it is. I can’t shake the habit of assuming the worst first….. not that I fault myself for that — seems like good planning in this case. Still, calm, normal. Things are kind again. Separation unseparated for the most part and now we’re back at square 1, plus almost of year of cognitive behavioral therapy every day. Sq1+CBT is a good place to be.
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