The Last Session

I sit in the same chair I have always sat in.

I don’t know why I prefer it to the other three chairs.

Perhaps because the window is just behind the therapist’s head

Allowing me to only appear to be looking right at him,

An appearance which seemed to ease his worries about me.

I glance around the room and see the Buddha statue

And the nature photographs,

All of which were the props used to discuss a range of mindfulness topics.

Today, we are ending all that.

His retirement will end a relationship I valued,

And I wish him well.

He nods.

He asks how I am feeling.

I tell him I am ready.

He asks if I will look for another therapist.

If I need a recommendation.

I tell him no.

I leave him with a sad truth,

which does not mean that I am not ok.

I tell him I may never go to another therapist,

Because I never want to have to tell my whole story

ever again.