Somedays I wonder what the therapist I had in high school would think of me now
Would he realize just how much he helped me start to blossom?
Would he realize just how much he helped me to start seeing the world for what it is?
Would he see how he helped me realize two things can be true at once?
Or how he was the one who started to show me that I wasn’t supposed to be going through what i was
Or how much it helped that he had previously worked with substance abuse disorders. that as a child of an alcoholic, i felt seen and heard. That I was validated for how hurt i was. that it was okay to feel hurt
There’s so much I wish I could tell my therapist from high school.
It’s only been 4 years… almost 5 since i seen him last
I don’t think he has wondered, but somedays I wish I could tell him how far i’ve come. To show that he truly helped me and I don’t know how I could ever show him.
