The moment of leaving

You left.

Don’t all the best stories start this way: at the beginning of the end. Just after things get difficult. This story is about leaving therapy, about being the therapist and walking out. It is about stepping away from a belief system you had given your life to for ten years.

Exiting the work was a process. You move away from the constant simmer of emotions, forget the polyester smell of the couch cushions, and return to the memories of borrowed time and fifty minutes filled with silence, anguish, and trauma. These were the hardest things to do. Can you talk about these things? Or at least try?

Read the full piece over at Watermelanin Magazine

 

Image credit: Photo by Artsy Solomon c/o nappy.co

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Maame Blue

Writer| Poet| Blogger| Ghanaian by heart, Londoner by nature

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