An Open Letter

To be honest I was pretty frustrated with E today. I was not doing well mentally and she wasn’t either. I guess it’s cocky of me to think that I wasn’t being difficult and think that she was, because in reality both of us were probably being difficult in some way or another. But I did get some food in me (her treat), and we watched some TV and I kept showing her separate things it reminded me of and I felt heard like I have a voice. I guess I did feel seen. And I’m not mad at her anymore, her asleep on the couch laying on me, hash asleep on my legs. It’s a good life.