At the end of the week sessions, She (my therapist) asked me how I was doing?
I tried to explain to her that I feel like a fish attacked by the parasite tetrahymena. This parasite hijacks the fishes brain to make it swim to the surface. To which makes it a easy target to be eaten and picked apart by birds.
I tried explaining that it feels like Im the fish.
And instead of being attacked by a parasite, Im being attacked by my self.
I also told her i write poetry. To which she asked me to share a piece with her.
I told her this one:
Even if my poems mean nothing to you right now, They will mean everything to you when I\'m gone.