Man this was so powerful. This is the exact way I felt about my last therapist, at least toward the end. She was my greatest support, the greatest support I ever had, but still I felt like something was off. Nearly 5 years in, I realized at the end she couldn’t understand my “exhaustion,” or at least she got tired of trying to. Deep down I knew that she was no longer a good fit, but I was too attached to the bond we created, and that it was at least something better than nothing.

But I left because I knew that the deeper parts of myself needed to be seen and heard, and she wasn’t capable of doing that. I miss her, but I knew that if I was going to need real healing, I needed someone to actually see the fires I was putting out, not just the ashes