Until yesterday, Liz was my therapist. She went into labor really early, cutting off our sessions weeks before we expected. I talked to her every week for the past 16 months and she's really been my rock. We didn't get the chance to wrap anything up, nothing to keeping me going into the future. So, I'm left feeling grateful for her help, concerned about her wellbeing and in essence lost for what to do to feel better. Time, I guess.