Yosano Akiko, from a poem featured in River of Stars: The Poetry of Yosano Akiko
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Yosano Akiko, from a poem featured in River of Stars: The Poetry of Yosano Akiko
What would I have been, if I had been different?
What would I have been if I had been capable?
What would I have been, if I had the support I needed?
What would I have been, if I had just been healthy?
What would I have been, if I didn't have to wage war with my body. My body image. My health. My mental health.
What would I have been, if I had been loved the way I needed to be loved?
I could have been just so much more. I could have been brilliant, better adjusted, living a fuller life, not feeling like I always had to fight just to be heard, or be seen, and performative just for others to take notice.
But I wouldn't have been myself. I know that. Maybe I would have become the type of person that I dislike. Maybe I would have become the type of person who takes things as normal when they should be appreciated. The type of person who didn't have to think twice about things because I've always had to double-check. I've always had to ve aware, be pressured to be the best person who can't make a mistake. I can't afford mistakes.
My whole life I wanted to be this bohemian, laidback beautiful person and that is not me, and not because I don't want to be but because I can't be.
Therapy is...
Feeling the knot in your throat after feeling a session.
Repeating to yourself that it is a safe space.
Telling all your truths.
Admitting to your therapist that some things made you angrier, more frustrated, more upset than what you allowed yourself to feel when you were in the moment.
Taking the metaphorical ribbon out of your hair.
Letting yourself feel for a moment.
Getting to know yourself again.
Sorry if it’s a little cramped- had to make this all fit in ten photos. Hope you guys like it….. and again…. sorry Andrew
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