To My Therapist -a poem-

So my therapist caught me off guard yesterday. She’s moving up in the world and is transitioning to a new job. Next week is our last session together. I have a lot of feelings about it.

I came to you a broken mess –
a puzzle whose pieces
fell to the floor,
but I couldn’t find the way
to pick them up myself.

I cried out for help,
and you answered the call,
ready to take on everything I threw at you.

While I’m not perfectly put together just yet,
I see where the pieces will go,
and even though I’m sad our time is done,
I’m glad you practice what you preach:
you keep yourself number one.

I know it’s your job,
but I owe a lot to you.
I truly thought this year was
impossible to get through –
but look at me now,
stick kicking,
still fighting,
so close to finally feeling renewed.

Thank you for the last eight months.
I’ve learned so much about myself.
I know now there are better days ahead,
not just for me, but for you as well.

11 thoughts on “To My Therapist -a poem-

  1. People come into our lives at the perfect time to help us and when their work with us is done, they move on. But the universe brings us, new people to do their work on us and so we grow 🙂

  2. I empathize. A similar situation occurred with my first therapist, which was a shock at the time. I was under the impression that therapists never left you. I have had two more since and am doing really well now. Couldn’t have arrived here without them. Thanks!

  3. I’ve never had a therapist before, but just through reading your post, it felt as though I was losing my therapist. Your vibes are so contagious, and I’m really sorry that you have to say goodbye to someone you learned to open up to. I hope all goes well for you luv ❤

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