In the green room, my therapy takes place
With the boundary man, it’s my safe space
Every Thursday at 6 o’clock sharp
John sits patiently and listens to me harp
He says “Relational Depth”, What’s that all about?
It’s a matter of time before I truly find out
You can’t lie to yourself, no more denial
I feel fearful and want to run a mile
No more hiding, “God, how will I cope?”
But that’s why I’m here to give me some hope
Suffering depression for many years
Is what brought me here, I’m often in tears
It won’t go away, it keeps coming back
I sometimes despair, it all seems so black
Anger and hurt and low self esteem
Are what we explore, we make a good team
My mum doesn’t love me she’s caused me much pain
I’ve allowed her to hurt me but never again
My dad is hopeless, sometimes he’s a pest
But deep down I know, he’s trying his best
It can’t be easy, he can’t understand
What happened to me was out of his hand
Learn to let go is what I must do
To help me heal; well, it’s easy for you
Frustrated and resentful is what I can feel
Its poison to my soul that won’t let me heal
Configurations of self, there are many to see
Some are unknown, but they’re all parts of me
Sometimes at night I’m asleep in my bed
I’m dreaming a dream when John rears his head
I jot down my dreams for me to decipher
But more often than not I am none the wiser
My husband is supportive but hasn’t a clue
He’s wanting to know what I’m sharing with you
You know my hopes, my worries, my fears
I shared something once that had you in tears
If it wasn’t for therapy I would have gone crazy
My hour of sanity when all else is hazy
The work is not done there is much to be said
But not right now coz I’m off to my bed
By Paula Caffrey