For the past few weeks I've been meeting with E. Mostly because I expected this transition to be a bit more traumatic and I figured I'd need the support. Whether I actually have ended up needing it or not is kind of irrelevant at this point. I have it, and my therapy sessions have proven to remind me of the power of words and a safe space in which to share them with another human being. There isn't a lot to talk about, but E and I have known each other for a while and I've found I can say anything to her between those four walls. The existence of a room like that in life is rare. I'm grateful to E for so carefully constructing ours.