it was a wednesday
when i walked into my therapist's office
just like i did every week
i gave her a letter
because once again
i couldn't say what was going on
i watched her read the words
i had written way past midnight
the night before
i felt weirdly distant from myself
hoping and fearing at the same time
that she would understand what i wrote
i will forever remember the look in her eyes
when she looked up and said the words
that changed the course of my life
when she said
"i cannot let you go home"
i wish i could say - my story with depression
raw, emotional, and dark, but nevertheless hopeful
