So it was an eventful/uneventful kind of day. For all of you friends who have pestered me by saying I needed to go to some counselling sessions to help me sort out my ‘brain thoughts’ in regards to Amanda, you will be happy to know that I went. My third time actually. I cried at the first one, not at the second, yes at the third. Those sessions are actually very exhausting. It is like a release of the overload.
(Somehow the rest of the post got lost somewhere in cyberspace even though I remember writing it!!)