“Do not be so open-minded that your brains fall out.”

Doubts

I'm having second-thoughts
about continuing therapy.

Something isn't working.
I don't know what it is, but I know it.
I feel it.
I can almost taste it, too.

Something has changed.
Shifted.
Morphed.

But I don't know what.

It's strange, because everything started out great.
But the more sessions I have, and the more J. knows,
the worse I am beginning to feel.

I know.
I know.

Things get worse before they get better.
(that's how trauma works)

But I'm tired.
And time is ticking by.

Godspeed.

C. W.