Sheldon

I didn't want to watch the series finale of Young Sheldon on Thursday because I knew it would be sad. I had seen the previews and knew Sheldon's dad dies. I told my mom it was on but I didn’t want to watch it. Last night, she asked me if I wanted to watch it, and I said no. She texted me saying it was pretty sad. This morning, since I never sleep normally, I decided to watch it and had to go back a whole episode because I had missed it. It was way too much for me to handle at 6 in the morning, but I watched all three episodes. There were way too many tears flowing that early in the morning as I thought about how Sheldon kept replaying the last time he saw his dad. Sadly, my memory of the last time I saw my dad isn't great, and even though he’s not dead yet, I keep having dreams about the same thing as Sheldon. My therapist, Leah, told me to write letters, and whether I send them or not, I can get my feelings out on paper. On Thursday, during my therapy session, I read my letter to my dad to Leah, who said it was good but a bit harsh. It’s been causing me a lot of grief over the last two months, but I need to stick to my plan. I ended up cleaning the house for hours because I felt so antsy, but at least the house is clean! Maybe I’ll read the letter to my mom today. Who knows?

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