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.