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 combat an entire week of existing. I can’t talk, because the connection I have with you i…

When I raise the white flag of surrenderUpon a mound of shards of myselfThat could no longer keep it togetherWill anyone even know it? When I heave the package From my trembling shouldersThat can no longer bear t…

“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 of safety I have and opening myself up to further hurt. Trust the p…

“I can’t need anyone,” I said solemnly, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “No one cares enough. No one understands. No one has the energy for me.” You seemed to think you knew better. “We are wired for c…

I’m dying of thirst Just a few feet away from water Behind a fence Of my own making Why did I erect this fence And cordon myself off From the water My parched soul pines for? Because more than water, Hydration, A b…

By: Malky Grunwald I’ve been hurt. In a deep way. Biting, ugly words were rubbed into tender, bleeding skin. By someone who should have been there to protect me, to think the world of me, to always bring the very b…

“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?” my therapist asked me. I shrugged. “Well, when you figure that out, I’d lov…

You open up a well of needA void in which deep yearning breedsSearing pain that makes me chokeAs I inhale burning, acrid smoke A chasm that will not be filledA longing that cannot be stilledJust pain and lack a…

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 have my back. But I’m not really learning that in my relationship with you. I see carin…

I am feeling these stirrings in my heart, the pain that ripples through — stronger, stronger — when I think of our encounter. The soothing that is sitting in your office. But no. I can’t let you mean so much to me…

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 Don’t warm meThe walls that keepMy wounds conta…

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. All my therapy doubts, all the resistance I ever…

By: Shira Lavon Hi, inner childAre you there?Or have I lost my mind? Wait, I see someone smallAt the bottom of a dark, dreary holeCurled up into a fetal ball Hi, I slowly say again Fearful eyes return my…

Not too long ago, I was having this major push and pull with the little girl inside me. (Oh man, I’m not the inner child type! everything in me was screaming.) And yet, I had to face (am still trying to face) the f…

What if the fact that I need healing is a myth planted in my brain by the therapy community? What if the fact that I’m traumatized is a fable co-created in a well-appointed therapy room? What if my childhood, w…