Therapy

Therapy again. Every week. All over. Like pollen. Falls onto my shirt. Brushing my sleeve. Empty brushing. Then burning up, toxic burning. My therapist asks about next week. Shaking a bit. Next week, I have a different appointment on Tuesday. Wednesday is all the same. I’m doing as horrible as ever. Has anyone ever wondered why therapy is every week? If I were an addict, I’d say I’m a therapy addict. Shaking. Horrible as ever. My insurance will cover most of the bill. Next week. I ask if we can do it again. She always has an opening for me.