I spend a good portion of the day on Tuesday working on editing, on rearranging, adding to the chart Bea gave me. I end up more confused than I was before. I don’t want to think about parts. I want to send the revised chart to Bea, but something holds me back. I don’t know that I want to publicly acknowledge parts other than the teen and the little girl. The teen and little girl don’t feel okay, and I’m constantly embarrassed by them, but they are familiar and it’s safe to talk about them now. The rest….I’m not so sure.