bella

April 1st, 2019 “How are you…feeling?” The hesitation before he said the word feeling made her laugh. He had never been one to ask about her feelings, not since he had first hired her, a year and a half ago. When they had first met, she had been in an overpriced blazer that she had bought when she didn’t wear a 1X, pants she no longer owned and tan flats that pinched her toes as she walked.…

A friend once told me: Therapy is like dealing with a bone. A broken bone that has set wrong, a bone you let grow unattended after it had shattered. I saved the quote as soon as I heard it, as I found it utterly poetic. Not that I told her such at the time. But I would say it is certainly similar to how I feel with the mental health care I have sought out. It feels like there’s been a giant…

I went to the doctor because of a knot in my throat  He wrapped his hands around my throat and Pushed with his fingertips Trying to feel the knot He grabbed his stethoscope and dug it against my throat Trying to hear the knot He shoved an endoscope Down my throat Trying to see the knot But I just choked I asked him to put his arms around my neck instead And then I t u n r a v e l l e d