it could be now.

I spoke to my therapist this weekend, for the first time in weeks.

We’ve ebbed and flowed, she and I, sometimes going months without meeting (whether in person or over the phone), sometimes twice in a week.

It’s been ten years. May 2010, desperately searching Psychology Today for someone who could help me,

support me,

hear me,

see me.

May 2010, before millennial was a term and before therapy was trendy. 22 years old and unravelling quickly.