Therapy

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Therapy

I can feel tears coming. I hate crying, but should be used to it by now.

“I guess I’m still not over the trauma of being in the closet,” I say. “It’s difficult to vocalise that without others making it about themselves: ‘Was I a terrible parent?’ ‘Was I a bad friend?’ Ugh! And coming out doesn’t change who you are. You’re not suddenly happier, braver, more confident, or any better equipped to give or receive love than you were before. It’s hard work and fucking lonely sometimes, you know?”

The teddy stares back lifelessly. It knows no other way.

Written in response to Friday Fictioneers, a weekly 100-word writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsCome and play along!

5 responses to “Therapy”

  1. Malcolm Keys Avatar
    Malcolm Keys

    I know loneliness, I sit alone every night questioning why I’m alone, what did I do to deserve being alone, how do I change being alone?

    And every night I come up with the same answer, I must deserve to be alone!!

    Your writing is superb, thank you for this one

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    1. Thomas Charles Henry Avatar

      Thank you for reading, and for commenting Malcolm. Loneliness can be difficult but it does not mean we are not loved. There is comfort to be had in that thought, I hope.

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  2. msjadeli Avatar

    It seems that teddy is an awfully good listener. 

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    1. Thomas Charles Henry Avatar

      The best! Thank you for your comment.

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      1. msjadeli Avatar

        You’re welcome 🙂

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