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Stage 38: The theratess

He walked through her door, and immediately a welcoming warmth embraced him. Her presence came to greet his aura, scolding his uncertainty. He left his doubts and dignity at the threshold as if it was a matter of undressing. Although he always left saying he would never come back, here he was again. It was as if there was a sedative in that room- one that captured and paralyzed you in its comfort. However, as soon as you left, its effect vanished- gone too perfectly, without a trace, which always made him question whether it was ever there in the first place- whether he was right to feel safe in the embrace of what he could never find elsewhere.

He walked calmly towards the chaise where she waited. His stride was controlled, deliberate and complacent but slowly became more and more desperate. With every step he channeled his burdens, ready to unleash them at her with all the force he had. She was waiting patiently for him.

He now recognised the need he denied adamantly in the outside world- the need for a release… the need for a her.

She had greeted him and he had responded, both of them aware of the odd formality this brought to a meeting so frequent. He ignored the pangs of guilt- the emotions that would be shared in this room today, he had not even shared with his wife.

He finally reached her and stopped at her feet. He noticed the ID tag around her neck securing their relationship.

‘Sit down Russel, how was your week?’ she recited, as she turned to a new page in her notepad.

Stage 33: Sleep venite ad me

Crap.

It’s those sleepless nights.

The hours that tick tick slowly by to greet the rays of the sun.

When youve had too much of a calm phase in life, hours like these are necessary to remind you. Remind you that there were moments like these too.

Where nothing is necessarily wrong in your life. Oh no, it is actually something wrong with the past that comes back to haunt you. To hover over you and remind you that there were moments like these too; moments where everything had been going to hell… where you thought you wouldnt live to see the calm.

A sudden halt on your dead-end rollercoaster.

Crap.

Where all emotions are snatched from you and replaced with burning, new, implacable ones.

Where there’s no room for the glorious miscommunication that usually goes on between your soul and your body.

Grasp at these moments because it doesn’t come with the risk of permanent emotional damage… just a slightly stinging sorrow.

It’s life’s gift to you. To help you rid of the monotony that comes with happiness. To encourage you to cherish contentment. To remind you that there used to be moments like these too; moments where the night just tick ticks by.