Depression and Therapy
I don’t need that slip of paper.
Or even an email.
They always remind me anyway.
When I leave the session, I feel empowered.
Until I make my way to the front desk.
And they demand my schedule.
And they judge my schedule.
We agree on 1:00 Wednesday.
Walking outside,
I feel like walking outside for once.
But the car is waiting, and my house is waiting.
I could go out again.
Anytime I want to.
But I just won’t.
Until 1:00 on Wednesday.
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