Therapy has often been proposed as a solution. Normally by you, but for others. You’ve never been in a crisis you couldn’t handle. And it’s not that this is a crisis per se, it’s just that life has lost its savor and replaced it with a low thrum of anxiety. Underneath that anxiety lurks a hopeless kind of certainty that there is an insurmountable chasm between life as it is now and your heart.

If you’re really being honest, you highly doubt the likelihood of finding a therapist who could both keep up with you and also call you out on all your very charming bullshit.

You don’t know how to hack this inner system of self, and underneath all of it, you just wish you could find someone who would really see you under all your immaculate veneer.