My therapist started writing down my thoughts before I said them out loud.
Last session, I was thinking about my childhood. She wrote it down before I spoke.
Word for word. Exactly what I was thinking.
She wrote: You're wondering how I'm doing this.
I hadn't said anything.
She showed me her notebook. Every page was filled with MY handwriting.
My words. My secrets. But I never wrote them.
She said: You wrote these. Just not yet.
Now I'm getting therapy notes about my death.
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