I don’t have a therapist. Here is a poem.
The internal monologue of a woman with depression.
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…