"Oct. 3, 11 a.m. I met with my therapist, Dr. Debra Marks. The night before I had left her a message, asking her to ask me about the lollipops, a fail-safe so that if I lost my nerve to confess, I'd be trapped into telling her. I didn't need to outsmart myself; I walked into her office and immediately told her that the lollipops 'have become a problem.'"



Jenn said...

Hope today finds things in a better view for you.

Don't know what your lollys are, but I wish you strength in facing them.


chuck b. said...

The lollipops aren't for me; they're for the woman at the link. I'll put the blockquote in quotations to make that clearer.

Thanks anyway!