I don’t have a therapist. Here is a poem.

Everyone says
therapy is necessary
after trauma.

I agree
but it's not as simple as it sounds.

Therapy is not 
gossiping with your friends
or venting to your family.

It can feel that way eventually.
But therapy is work.
Therapy is a mirror.
Therapy is difficult
often. 

I run from things that are difficult
and I avoid
goodbyes. 

When life gets chaotic, 
my mental health has always been 
and always will be
the first thing I drop.

Not because I think this is the right thing to do
or want to do this
or recommend women ever do this
but because
of muscle memory.

I've always pushed down my own welfare.
"It's fine, 
just do." 
I say to myself.
"I'm fine,
I'll do it."
I say to everyone.

Old habits are difficult to quit

especially for me
who finds comfort* in certain routines.
*It's not exactly comfort, but its 
not exactly anxiety either.
It's something in the middle.

New state
New therapist?
Too much
right now.

Nobody tells you 
how difficult it is to even
start therapy.
"Go to therapy" they say, but
Therapy is not something you just
go to.

You have to find the right therapist
which involves a lot of time
and research
and introducing yourself in the most energy depleting ways.
It's like dating all over again. 

No.
Too much.
Not right now.
Later.

But everything is always too much. 
I remember how many times 
this came up
in previous sessions.

If I find a new therapist, 
it will come up just as frequently. 

First things first:
The unpacking,
No,
The lawsuit.
No,
The writing.
No,
The job search.

No, Cleaning.

Cleaning wins
because it's easiest 
and requires 
very little thinking or emotional energy. 

Or I could write a mediocre
poem 
in under 20 minutes
and dare myself not to revise
or think deeply
about the correct wording
or punctuation
or grammar
and don't obsess over the perfect title
to draw readers in.

I don't care who reads this.
it's for me. 

I could transcribe
the exact thoughts
I'm having.
Will that count?
Is that writing?
No, its not.

While I work on this poem
I have another 
tab open with
another
poem
that is actually good
and I've been working on it for a month 
or two
and it's just about ready.

Probably less than an hour of focus,
possibly less than 20 minutes...
and it will be good to click "publish"

But I've chosen not to do that right now.
I had a new idea
and it is much simpler.

Poetry is my new therapist
But somehow I feel worse after this session.
Maybe once I click "publish"...
surely then I will feel better.





No.
What about
I send a thank you note
to the last therapist
I practically ghosted. 

Thank you for reading! What did you think? Leave a comment below. To support my work, consider buying me a cup of coffee!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s