i wish i could say. Life is a Story - story.one

it was a wednesday when i walked into my therapist's office just like i did every week i gave her a letter because once again i couldn't say what was going on i watched her read the words i had written way past midnight the night before i felt weirdly distant from myself hoping and fearing at the same time that she would understand what i wrote i will forever remember the look in her eyes when she looked up and said the words that changed the course of my life when she said "i cannot let you go home" i wish i could say - my story with depression raw, emotional, and dark, but nevertheless hopeful