Somebody Told Me to Get a Therapist

Tita, we’re on quarantine. I could have gone to my therapist if I had the time. I’m not even sure who to go first after this.

The dermatologist? My face is breaking out.

The dentist? Why am I having jaw pains?

The therapist? Probably. I might break again soon.

I’m tired of hearing you say I don’t pray. I pray. But it’s not always all the time that God answers people. The All-Knowing, All-Powerful is there, waiting. Watching. Probably. But I cannot rely solely on this presence to save myself from the madness I am becoming.

I have to fucking fight on my own.

How hard is this to understand?

Published by P. X. V.

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