What are you keeping bottled inside?

When you first open a can of soda,

After it’s shaken too much,

The pressure builds,

When the pressure is released,

Sometimes the foam runs over,

Spilling on everyone in close proximity.

Confession can be like a stream

A little

At a time,

Until

There’s a

Steadiness

That brings rest....

Have you ever felt,

Seen and know for who you are?

Lack is crippling.

We are made for connection.

Recognize your needs are real....

The rat raced me to the end of the street.

Young people filled every restaurant crevice.

Carefree laughs filled the September evening

Where am I?

I lived in DC at 18, left, and came back at 27.

Now, I don’t look like these people.

There’s a pudge in my belly

There’s bags under my eyes

My thighs grew.

My patience shrunk.

Thoughts of my 9-5 plague my Sunday night mind.

The DC I knew at 18 was a jung...

Can a therapist be helped?

Are they so professional

That their self awareness has grown too tall

Are all therapists “good people?”

Are they all helpful?

Does being in a helping profession penalize them from ever being deemed as a selfish?

Are therapists exempt from being selfish?

Does the therapist ever get tired of listening?

Long venting sessions and daily affirmations.

Are they tired of encoura...