We had a tough therapy session. Basically we had to talk about how to go forward with our therapy if we don’t get funding, so basically, I’m going to make it work somehow, somehow I will pay, even if I have to pay a lower cost, Eileen said she’s ok with that. She wants to make it work with us, thankfully, I am so thankful to her that she wants to work with us so that we don’t lose her support.
I just wrote this poem, just now. Trying to process our emotions around all of this.
In the realm of therapy, we confront our loss,
Trauma and pain, with a therapist we toss.
Afraid to trust, don’t want to start anew,
Losing our therapist, the bond we grew.
Processing memories, healing with love,
Attachment formed, like a hand in a glove.
Psychotherapy guides us through the alters,
Dissociative identity disorder falters.
In distress we find solace, in therapy we mend,
The journey of healing, we will transcend.
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