Therapist (the second she opens her office door): “Unfortunately, I’m out of tissues, so I went and grabbed this. Hopefully it will suffice.” (hands me a roll of toilet paper)

Me (laughing): “I won’t need this! Everything is good!”

Therapist (cheerfully doubtful): “Well, you know. You’re going through a lot of transitions right now so…just in case.”

Me: “I know, but they’re all good transitions! Trust me, I’m doing GREAT!”

I used over half the roll.

A mega roll.

She let me keep the rest for the ride home.