My therapist really cares for me.
Ever since I lost my family, I’ve just been so wrapped up in
grieving for them. And even with everyone telling me it was ok, that everyone
grieves differently, and that it can take time, I knew that something was
wrong.
My therapist helped me see that there is good grieving
and bad grieving, that there’s a world of difference from sitting in the
dark and crying, and stabbing someone repeatedly with a machete.
My therapist is helping me get some good grieving out
tonight, there’s a bad man she knows who deserves stabbing…
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