Therapy

Soothe my mind
Soothe my body
Soothe my soul
Soothe my spirit

No more struggling with my identity; it’s called therapy
No more worry; it’s called therapy
No more feelings’ it’s called therapy
No more me; it’s called therapy

Soothe my mind
Soothe my body
Soothe my soul
Soothe my spirit

Let me start my saying that I have nothing against therapy. This poem is about the PERSON--letting therapy consume his/her life to the point of it taking over. He/She can no longer function without it. The person becomes addicted to the very thing that should help him/her lead a healthy life. There are many forms of therapy- from the church to medical to professional-all types are needed.

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