Dear Parts of Me That I Wish Weren’t There Sometimes

A hand removes a single red puzzle piece from an assortment, which reflects the tone of the corresponding letter written for the Dear Diagnosis project.

You’re hurting me right now. Please stop. I don’t want to shrivel into a ball of pain and tears all the time, especially not now. I have clients to work with, people who need support. I also need support. I have a new relationship to tend to, to learn about and grow with. I don’t want to be paralyzed by my fears…

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