Dear Client

Dear Xenko,

I'm so sorry I failed you. I'm VERY SORRY for having breached your trust over AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN. I WAS SO WRONG ABOUT YOU. I misinterpreted everything you ever told me. I was having a bad time in my life and I slipped back into the drug world. That's why I flirted with HER, that's why I NEEDED HER TO LOOK UP TO ME. In order to get HER approval I had to betray YOU. I was so wrong to sacrifice you to have my OWN NEEDS SATISFIED. I WAS A SELFISH MORON.

I'M VERY, VERY, VERY SORRY I LIED TO YOU REPEATEDLY. I LIED TO YOU FOR YEARS. I lied because I needed to feel important. I lied because my life was so dull I needed EXCITEMENT. I lied for self-glorification.

After realizing what I'd done to you, I finally sought help. It took years for a therapist to knock some sense into me. I AM FINALLY READY TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH.

T

Dear Art:

I am enriched as a t by our time together. Sometimes I should probably be paying you. Or, well at least not charging you. I think you know that I love you. I will never allow myself to admit that out loud, of course.

-T

(and then my alarm rings and I wake up. Ha!)

EM,

I wish you would have let me called you.
I offered for you to come in and you denied.
The offer is there, it is always there.
I am always here for you,
don't ever forget that.

Love,

T

Dear ATAT,

Yes, you heard me right: I did tell you that everyone I've met who comes to sit in a therapist's chair is ducked up themselves for whatever reason and using being a therapist to deal with it. Even if they claim they've dealt with their "stuff."

DBC

PS Obviously that includes me too.

Dear ATAT,

Well, you wouldn't trust a baker who'd never had a yeast infection, now would you?

--Argo's T

Dear Argo's T,

Or a beaver that eats fish.

DBC (ATAT's T)

Hahahahah

DBC T sounds pretty awesome.

Dear Mona,
Whilst I am away training( which is a lot lately) I do think about you. I think about you when I am on holidays too. I wonder how you feel about me because you never tell me. Sometimes I need to know because it's all grist for the mill. If you feel like sharing how you feel, I very open to that Mona.

Mine would probably say "Dear Elsa, please understand that you need to keep taking medication for life"

By the way, MonaLisaSmiles is one of my favorite movies of all time! I just love it. It's like the female version of Dead Poets Society.

I haven't actually met my new t yet but I imagine she'll say why didn't you come here sooner. I also imagine she'll want to see me more than once a week. I'll see soon enough.

It's one of my favourite movies too

Dear MBM17,

I've told you before, and I'll tell you again. You're not too much. Whatever your big feelings are, I can handle it. I know your other therapists couldn't, and that speaks to their inexperience and inability, not about you. Please believe me when I say you're never too much. You don't need to worry about this.

Take care.
T

QuietMind,

Remember to tell Inner Critic mode to " eff off!"

- C

I dislike not talking. But I won't admit it because it would puff you up.

In regards to a very difficult email I sent to my therapist today...

Dear P.
I'm glad that you shared your dream with me, I know that was hard. You are very brave. All is well.
Warm regards,
Your therapist

I have been waiting all day for her response and so far nothing.. I hope she sends me something before we meet in a few days!

Growly- you know I like you but there are going to be boundaries. Self disclosure has its limits. There is more to my story than I will ever tell you. If you think my early false starts as a priest in training or a hard partying model and actor are "out there" just think of the things I just won't tell you. Your hunches about me point to the unknowable. We can still work together right? Not knowing won't drive you crazy or anything?
-Kashi

Dear ATAT,

Clients do not normally tell me what to read.

DBC

I worry about you sometimes.

Where are you? A one month break??

Dear Mona, I am very sorry for everything.

junkDNA,

eat something you IDIOT

T

My anxious thoughts and my fears will think:
Dear alpaca,
sometimes you seem like a child, you are too anxious, you can't cope with your emotions to the point you cutted yourself, sometimes you make me anxious because I never seen a case like yours before, so full of problems. I don't know if you can do this and recover, I don't know if you can become a social worker, you are so full of problems and too anxious to work in a place like that! I don't like you, and so I cancelled our session on purpose, because I didn't want to see you and to be bothered by you. I'm too gentle to tell you this in person, but I don't want you there.

The realistic version will be:
Dear alpaca,
I'm proud of you, you faced difficult things but now you seem to be able to be resilient, even when you face relapses, you are able to use your coping skills. I'm sure you can do it and face your anxieties.

Dear Here_today,

I’m sorry but you are just too difficult for me to handle. Too difficult for lots of other therapists, too, apparently, and I’m sorry that all I could offer was a referral to yet another therapist when we reached an impasse.

Ellah Mae -

Stop doubting me.
You know the things I cannot say,
so stop asking me to say them when you know I ethically can't.
One day I'll be able to and you know that.
You need a lot of professional assistance right now,
so that's the hat I need to wear.

T

You're too disordered to be helped. You're just a waif. If I saw anything good in you, I would have told you after 3 years of getting to know you. No wonder your mother didn't want you. If you kill yourself I'll be relieved that I won't have to ever see you again.