Kiaya Sechrest | Managing Editor
I saw my therapist today. I have been meeting with her for over a year now,
so today she wanted to evaluate my “progress.”
I am not happy all of the time because that’s not something that humans
are allowed to be, but I am impressed with myself.
She asked how I felt about the event that caused me to start seeing her,
how I felt about everything that has happened in the last 12 months.
It’s dramatic, but all I could think of was grateful.
So, I said the word out loud
(as I have trained myself to say everything out loud)
and I felt my eyes fill with water without planning for them to.
I am grateful. It feels odd to say it, but I am grateful for myself.
I have always only ever been grateful for someone else.
It is difficult to confess your love for another person,
but I have always found it more difficult to confess my love for myself.
Today I have decided to try anyway. Today I take the long way home,
just to steal more time alone like lovers do.