therapy pt 1
i signed up for therapy again
because apparently if i'm healed then i'll be worthy of good things
finally
my insecurities about my career, my intelligence, my teenage years wasted on pushing shit up hill and losing focus will finally be a gentle breeze of learning and epiphany
i'll no longer project my intellectual qualms onto my son,
the tiger mum within gets shot on sight
and we can take the skin home and put it on my freshly cleaned floor
yknow, the one that i sometimes don't vacuum
depression will no longer be the elephant in the room, on my bed, on my chest, its trunk as a warm cosy pillow passing me a vape and whispering sweet nothings of food delivery specials into my ear
i'll serendipitously walk into a shower of saccharine where the love of my life (also apparently healed and emotionally available) will sweep me off my feet and manu me into the nearest lake in my wedding dress
im ready for some really good stuff to happen now and im gonna tell my therapist to pop this bottle of prosecco i already half drunk in the lobby in celebration
for today my life is coming together
finally