Marbles

Hello.  You can call me M.  I’ve never told my story honestly to anyone.  But if you’re willing to listen to a bland rant, please stay.

My therapist is the closest to actually understanding me – not my dad, my mother, my grandmother, no one – but my therapist – we’ll call her K – she pried into my life and summarized me.  Helped me.  Listened.  Laughed.

Ironically, I’m just a young client to her, a misguided, awkward teen.  Nothing more.  She’s an objective audience, untied by family biases.

And she’s indifferent, correct?  She endures my little tales of woe and anxiety, etc, before dismissing me from her […]