sunsetico:

“i used to hold myself together. tie my arms around my core because i knew if i stopped hugging myself, all of my broken pieces would fall apart. then you came along, told me to loosen my grip; my nails were clenching onto my skin so violently my arms started to bleed. you told me to open up my arms. you told me you wouldn’t hug me (God knows i hate physical contact with strangers); instead, you wanted me to tell you about every single one of the pieces that make me up. so, i sat on the floor, untied my arms and i finally let go. i let go of the past, the hurting, the guilt. and you stood by me along every single step of this difficult path. you listened. and for that, i thank you”

— poem dedicated to my therapist.