HRH Christmas 2 Journal Entry

HRH writes of an unhappy Christmas.

25 December Friday   Mery Christmas. Sandringham is the only place for Christmas. Gan got here on the 23rd with Greatpapa. He's still wheezing rather badly but otherwise seems okay. Gan showed a picture of me taken about a month ago. She said I looked very sad. Greatpapa said I look exactly the same right now. I guess that makes sense. I'm hardly a happy person. Gan didn't comment more on it but mentioned how happy it made her that I'm always wearing the signet she gave me.   It's hard to understand my feelings around anything right now. I can't even talk to my familyand I can't tell my few friends.   I talked to Gan about being unhappy and she actually did the 21st century thing and suggested a therapist. I told her I liked the idea of it but I didn't know how to get one or who to trust. She told me that the Palace would take care of it. This morning I was talking to Papa and he told me that we had to make sure whoever the therapist is, we have to make sure they sign a nondisclosure agreement. I nodded along with him. He handed me one and said to make sure all the information was complete. Then he blankly intoned that NDAs were just as useful and effective with people I know. It let's you have conversations and protects us.   It seems a little extreme.