ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO, I REACHED OUT AND ASKED FOR HELP. I COULDN'T DO IT ANYMORE, I DIDN'T WANNA KEEP GOING. I FELT STUCK. THEN I MET ELISE, MY THERAPIST, AND HATED TALKING TO HER, BUT I KEPT GOING. I WANTED TO GET BETTER. TODAY, I CAN TELL HER EVERYTHING. LOOKING BACK NOW, I DIDN'T REALIZE I MADE THIS MUCH PROGRESS UNTILL TODAY. TODAY AT THERAPY IT FELT LIKE SHE WAS CLOSING OF OUR SESIONS, I'VE NEVER FELT THAT FEELING BEFORE. I WAS SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR PULLING THROUGH.
MY NEXT SESSION IS IN 4 WEEKS, I'VE COME SO FAR.
I AM PROUD OF WHO I AM AND WHO I HAVE BECOME. I'M STILL MAKING PROGRESS AND WILL CONTINUE TO SHOW UP FOR THIS JOURNEY. I'M NOT DONE YET, I'VE JUST REACHED A CHECK-POINT.
-A
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*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*
PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
