I told my therapist the little girl at the foot of my bed only appears when I talk about her, so I’ve stayed silent for years.
I told my therapist the little girl at the foot of my bed only appears when I talk about her, so I’ve stayed silent for years.
She closed her notebook, looked me dead in the eyes, and said in a child’s voice, “Thank you for finally letting me speak.”
Author @Teknevra@lemmy.world