Flimsiness, Litmus Tests, & Zoom Therapy

After being sent home two months later due to the mounting pandemic, I decided to discontinue my appointments. The thought of quietly spilling the flimsiness of my heart, only for my mother to Swiffer past my bedroom door and overhear just how flimsy I am— it was too much. Thank you, I said in an email to my therapist. I think I’ve learned how to deal with this on my own.

Soon enough, I realized how intensely I had lied, how this was something I had barely begun to acquaint myself with.