It's not the end of me. It was A punch to the gut, Throw me in a rut Kind of feeling If you must know I did cry Much like the day we met But just as you've said I know I've grown since 3 whole years have passed It felt so fast Growing with you as I did I'd never be here now If you hadn't stepped in
So I thank you, For all the days Though you were paid You cared all the same My greatest teacher Biggest cheerleader We had something grand But now It's all in my hands
I wish you the best Your aid I'll never forget With love, Gin.
A letter to my (ex) therapist. I'm going to be okay.