I’m writing poetry again. I love the magic of healing. It’s so wonderful to become myself.
This one goes out to my therapist who has MORE than helped me on this journey.
“Good Therapy”
I’m grateful for good therapy.
I have someone wounded
Sharing her salve with me.
She’s traveled beneath the ocean
To give me fresh water.
She has light in her eyes
That only comes from cheating death.
A phoenix guides my rebirth
To who I always was.
Janet A. Forelo
Ugly Therapy means going all in with everything you fear is true about yourself.
Ugly, weak, stupid, worthless, unwanted, hopeless, pathetic…
Own it. Become it. What would it mean for you if it had no power over you?
What would you get? What would you get back? Who would you become?
Explore these questions in the dark with me, by a fire of our own creation.
Sometimes we can find much needed warmth in the bridges we burn.
“Look mama, he’s paying you to do your job!”
