Dr. Ethans was back. I was so relieved she wasn't dead. She said there was a death in her family but didn't say who and I didn't ask. Then later, I wondered if it was her husband. I decided it couldn't be because she would take more than just one day off. I figured a husband would be worth a week. She looked tired, but still smiled when she looked at the drawings I did on the weekend.
I told her that I felt a bit crazy with all these different feelings rumbling around inside. She had asked me to draw myself feeling different emotions. I really was only good at drawing mad and sad, but then she gave me a pair of scissors and a glue stick and said to cut it up and glue a "self" out of the pieces. I got the metaphor. I think she was trying to get me to feel like I wasn't broken - that I could piece myself back together. It kind of surprised me what I came up with. I looked a little like Frida Kahlo which I guess isn't too bad.