Therapists

they want to fix youtake an hour at a timewhile counting crowson the windowsillas you blurt out feelingswithout shedding a tearknowing you should notshow weakness or fear.You will satisfy your urgewhen the therapist askshow long has this beena problem for youand in your own wordspolitely respondit’s not a problem for merather, a mystery for othersfor... Continue Reading →

Butterfly Heart

sometimes broken, sometimes strong a butterfly heart shall sing its song while fluttering about and perhaps you'll hear or doubt. Love is not an easy winged notion much harder to confess it exists after turbulent skies even in affectionate bliss. I woke this morning feeling like a therapist or someone who could calm the raging... Continue Reading →

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