#emotions
Source:blessthemessy
I saw this post from one of my favorite artists. It reminded me that, even as a therapist, my role is not to “fix” someone or alter their emotions. I can simply sit and offer support.
Source:aolanow
Maybe we feel empty because we left pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.
It’d started with their usual to and fro; suddenly some of the ripostes had been sharp, too much to gently parry. They’d cut.
You said I was a rogue
Acid sharp, clear like lake ice, cruel.
You were. You had hacked your governor module.
Still a little warmth, hint of the old stiffness returning.
You told everyone my private name
Barbs now, trying to catch; draw into a fight…
Dr Mensah asked you for your name, that was your name, was it not?
Dismissive, hint of—what, impatience?
The feed, their private feed, suddenly still: furious resentful silence. Full of the unsaid.
But I was wrong about one thing, you had not killed 57 people you’d been charged to protect. I was wrong about that, and I am sorry.
But I was wrong because you were too.
It got up, silently, and slipped out the door without a backwards glance.
He grimaced, rubbed his brow. In the feed ART wrapped itself around him, warm and gentle. Grateful.
Thank you, Dr Gurathin.
Fifty seven - Rosewind2007 - The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells [Archive of Our Own]
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this is the best tag I’ve ever gotten in my notifs actually