““I thought this was more,” I whispered low,
Hoping he’d stay, hoping he’d show.
But his response, like a dagger, cut deep,
“No one stays, my dear, not in this world .”
With those words, reality crashed in,
My heart shattered, my hopes pinned.
For what we shared was just a game,
A situationship, without a name.”
Poestoryporium, ‘Whispers of Love’
I don’t know if it’s fully sunk in that my psychologist, my confident, has left me. Whenever something happens in my life- good or bad- I automatically turn to her. I go to write her an email, or I store it in a little bottle in my mind for our next session, only to remember that she is gone. It really does feel like a nightmare I keep expecting to wake up from. I never thought she would leave me and I’d have to go through this hell all over again. I thought she was different. I trusted her. Now she has left me with what I can only liken to phantom limb syndrome. Continue reading “Grief: a rollercoaster”
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