Day 1 to Year 8

Ignore my messy car, but after 8 years this is what I am left with: a hand made blanket by my therapist, her old used up canvases, and the memories. Tonight was my therapist’s last day and my mother and I were her last clients… indefinitely. She discussed her future plans and how she is…

My Therapist Quit On Me

I was a writing well run dry; I had no writing inspiration with many drafts in the queue. Nothing seemed to stick. Two hours into my work day, I get the following text from my therapist: “I’m quitting. Nothing new this week and we will say our goodbyes next week. I’ll explain then.” … So….

“So How Does That Make You Feel?”

I was never asked the question “How Does that make you feel?” not once; not ever in my eight years of going to therapy. In movies, this phrase is uttered numerous times when a therapy or counseling session is portrayed. You would think after telling something sincerely to your shrink that you would then follow…