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I am not his psychiatrist... I am not his psychiatrist. Trying. I have that heavy, almost quesy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I feel when I think I've done something wrong. Oddly, I describe it as "homesick." If that's not Freudian...! Sundays are always the worst when things aren't going right. Tomorrow, with work, things will be fine. Going to Florida later this week to see my mom and two of my sisters who live there. We will have free-ranging therapy sessions; they are very centered and insightful! Thank you for your patient and understanding words..