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I walked down to the calm sea, the froth lapping upon the stones beneath my feet. The sun was hanging right above me, heat radiating through my jacket and my eyes covered by my corduroy hat. The sounds of children playing in the sea drifted by me and I stood transfixed at the rhythm of the water. The never-ending cycle of waves, the crashing of the water on the rocks. I imagined myself floating away in a tidal wave of emotion, leaving nothing behind but ephemeral footsteps on a beach made for everyone but me.

I finished my counselling sessions with Julia. On Monday I have my second appointment with the CBT man (he sounds like a version of Robocop when I call him that, but really he’s a cognitive behavioural therapist.) I’m hoping all goes well.