Dear Therapist,

I know that you lied about a relative passing away in your family and having to leave out of town. And just like that, what little trust remained, vanished into thin air.

I still remember shaking your hand. You remember where you were when you first got my message. We both agreed just a few weeks ago that we were lucky to find each other in this therapist-client relationship.

How did we get here? Why have things changed? Is it because you're expanding your practice? I'm so proud of you doing bigger and better things, but I feel like you've lost me in the shuffle; our connection had waned, but I didn't want to complain. I knew in that very first session that you were the therapist for me...where does that moment in time go? Does it stay floating somewhere in your old office, lingering, hoping to be recaptured? Was it ever real?

I have to let you go. I want to tell you what I know, but I know that I just want to let it all fade away.