On the Chair

I can’t talk, because I need so much more support than you can give me. I can’t talk, because 50 minutes is hardly enough to ...

“Trust the process,” is what they say. But submitting to this process feels like a freefall without a parachute, like I’m giving up the modicum ...

“I’m still not sure why I’m here… what this whole therapy is all about…” I said to my therapist back then. “What, indeed, is therapy?” ...

I am feeling these stirrings in my heart, the pain that ripples through — stronger, stronger — when I think of our encounter. The soothing ...

Don’t touch meMy skin is brittlePaper thinThe slightest touchWill make me bleed Don’t reach meThe invitationNot to be aloneWill uncork in meA well of need ...

I came into the session feeling pathetic. Feeling awkward. It happens often, especially after the holidays invade the calendar and snatch up several therapy days. ...

Come Tuesday, and it’s time to talk. It’s time to fill myself up by, as ironic as it is, getting some of the stuff choking ...

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? If a heart implodes deep ...

Apparently, I’m here for healing — for you to teach me that I have a place in the world. That there are actually people who ...