Therapist and Client Relationship

Once a week I walk up those stairs Trying to believe I will find one who cares. My mind is full of what I want to say But then I freeze and seem to think a different way. I want to look you in the eye, I want to speak, maybe shout and even cry. To tell you of the battle thats within Of fears and worries, but how do I begin? You are always patient,calm and kind At times I must seem an awful bind. But no, I must try to have belief That opening up will give me relief. Reject those powerful negative thoughts and points of view They are lies and simply just not true. I'd like to tell you about my sad heart But never quite know how to start. I'd like to tell you about the days I feel so low And every body part seems slow. The yearning within for what has passed me by Which keeps me awake with thoughts to question why. The need to have someone to care Is very strong, but then disperses to more of scare. But the thought that stays above Is to give and offer that inner love. But on reflection of twenty sixteen, Some changes there certainly has been. When negative thoughts and sadness fill my head I really try to remember the things you've said. I try to calm and distract my crazy mood, By cooking, talking, writing to work against the inner feud. Yes many things I have learnt from you, And feel I'm in a better place than the one you first knew.