03/11/2025
I wrote this poem some time ago, but it still reflects what I believe:
helping someone heal is a privilege...
Itâs not about me; itâs about you,
but I canât deny what this means.
In a therapeutic bond, we both hold spaceâ
when you cry, I carry you;
when you laugh, I carry you;
when you rejoice, I rejoice too.
This isnât a transaction,
this is human to human,
a professional partnership
where, when you heal, I feel proud.
Iâm not here for praise or recognition.
I donât seek validation or thanks.
But when youâre ready,
when youâre healed enough,
Iâll rejoice in your happiness.
I wonât keep you in therapy;
this is your journey,
and my role here is done.
Still, I wonât pretend I wonât miss you.
Itâs not about me, itâs about you,
yet weâve travelled this road together.
Youâve been the driver,
Iâve been the passenger,
this is your journey, and Iâm simply beside you.
I donât need your praise,
but when youâre happy, Iâll smile,
and when you leave, Iâll feel joy with a touch of sorrow.
I can see how far youâve come,
and I am so proud of you.
Each client has their own battles,
their own private wars to wage.
The path isnât always easy,
but you are stronger than you knowâ
this is what I see and hope for you.
The door is always open,
though my wish is that you wonât need it.
I hope you take these tools,
live the life weâve worked towards,
and carry this strength forward.
This has always been about you,
yet I am grateful,
so grateful for the chance
to be a part of your story.