All I can say today… is some days are better than others…

Susan listened to her patient, Elizabeth as she poured out her honest feelings.
Susan: what do you do to cope when you feel like this?
Elizabeth: I write.
“To be raw, I feel I am a waste of time.”
Susan: Can you write about the sound that a sigh makes? Write it and then read it to me.
Elizabeth: sure!
- At her next appointment, this is the poem Elizabeth wrote to share with Susan,
A SOUND A SIGH MAKES
Just breathe life won’t always be hard like this
Some days are bad, they don’t go well
Some days are good, it’s a hit-or-miss
There are no rules when being creative
There is no rhythm to this
Distraction is the clue
The clue of a way to cope
From a life that always seems blue and so short
A life so short.. so short of hope.
💔❤️🩹❤️🔥
Until Next Time,
Heidi💜

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