Confessions to my Therapist: A Real Conversation

“I did something stupid. Again.” “Tell me.” “I spent the weekend, well, twenty-four hours, with this man.” “Why?” “At first, it was a way to get over that last douchebag.” “So, it didn’t stay that way?” “No. It was…different.” “How so?” “It was more. It was like I suddenly knew how it should have been […]


Whispers at first, murmurs that became gasping chances to say your name, to have someone hear my voice and not just my words. I spilled, my mouth clogging with confessions because the weight eased, the pain lessened, and you tumbled from my heart in fumbling recaps in hopes I wasn’t wrong, in hopes someone else […]