All By Myself

Last week, my therapist let me know that she wouldn't be available for our Wednesday session. She offered to fit me in on another day, but I was like, "Oh, no, I'm fine, I'm not so crazy that I can't go a week without seeing you."

Well.

It's Wednesday, and I am in a mood.

A sad mood. A lonely mood. I am home, and all should be well, but I am just...morose.

Maybe it's that I'm sick. Maybe it's that I can't go to yoga. Maybe it's the weather, dreary but without the rain I love so much. Maybe it's the fact that I have no friends.

Someone love me?