days into a different life
and I have made the decision that it is
time to see a therapist.
I was afraid.
Unsure of what to tell her or
what she would ask.
I feared how deep she would delve
into my personal dumpster of broken moments.
funny how easy it is to pour your heart out to
someone your paying to listen.
what a sad place we live where the only
way you can get someone to listen
is to pay them.
Yet dually what a wonderful world
where someone educated enough
to help can be paid to listen.
It went well.
better than I expected.
I feel refreshed to not feel crazy.