My therapist has given me a provisional discharge date! After a big pow wow with the thought police of course and my union guy and Human Resources. Can you believe it? What a journey. Not reached the end yet..but what a journey. She was bowled over with my news and we talked about my feelings towards new management and to colleagues. What came through so loudly is that I will never ever be that hurt again.
No one will ever hurt me like that again.
I will not let them.
Ever.
My passion for my vocation spilled into the chilly room and she smiled and mused and told me how passionate I was. What an excellent ____ I am...

And again..those familiar words now beginning to embed themselves inside my psyche,

'It is not you. It never was your fault. You are not to blame. Their behavior is a reflection of themselves, not you. It never has been and never will be your fault.'

Then the 'anxiety' test. I'd forgtten about that. Back in the early days of October my score was high...well almost off the scale! Nearing 20 I think...Maybe higher.
Today...deux pointes!!!!

Oh I am eager...let the report wing its way quickly...I need closure now.
And yes...someone is now doing my job...but ..hey..he's within his rights...and things are a tumbling....my footsoldiers (Only three of them...and not even my department...)...report gently if and when.

And the anticipation...more immediate...Monday....Monday Monday Monday...it is booked! Oh Oh Oh...I'm a bit girlie nervous...sort of giggly and excited...with pleasant butterflies in my tummy.

Fulfilled some preparations for Monday...will share them with you later. Night night...body consumed in blissful sleepyfeel...