My dear Gale,

Again, I am late. I had just finished my cup of tea, now sure of the fact that I would get to eat lunch and thus skipping breakfast, like always, when one of my patients entered my office, right when I was about to reach for the keyboard.
It is strange how in therapy you start forming bonds with those patients, no matter what they are. Good and bad. Not knowing it themselves, they offer emotional relief to their therapist as well. That every single one of their successes means success for me as well – and in that, a great deal of comfort.
Whenever a ship comes here, I still find myself hoping that this time, surely, one of you will be on board. Whenever you are not, I feel the same disappointment over and over again. I need their rays of sunshine to be able to hope, for all of you. Or at least some. Perhaps, in a way, that makes me someone to preach water while drinking wine myself. Still, I cannot help it.
But how could I tell them to go on when I literally cannot bear the thought of having lost you? The moment I start believing that is the moment I would stop to be able to listen to them. So for their sake as well as mine, Gale – please, be out there… Please, be safe.

– Caden –