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I would be remiss in my duties as a historian were I to ignore recounting the counseling session I attended yesterday. In short, it was great. I only teared up a little bit, but just remember I’m a lot stronger than you, Constant Reader, and if you tell anyone I cried, I’ll kick your ass.

The doc I saw was a wonderful young woman with a very pleasant way about her. She obviously loves her work and I appreciate the dedication she has to improving others’ lives. (Plus I gave her this address, so if she actually makes it around to reading here, I figured a kind (and honest!) word would be a nice touch!)

We did the typical life history thing, going all the way back to nineteen eighty-something and discussing family life from way back when to the present.

I’ll spare all the gory details, but I definitely think I’m on a good path, and I have high hopes for my progression, and for the strength of my family. I’ll be attending monthly sessions with Miss M, and weekly group PTSD sessions (which I truly hope are nothing at all like the Stress Management classes I took back in Fort Bragg!).

Updates to be written as the story develops …