As a child I wanted to be a doctor
To cure people of disease
As a teen I wanted to be a neurosurgeon
To fix brains with a scalpel
As a young woman
I became a psychotherapist
To fix troubled youth with broken lives
With the exchange of spoken words
I kept falling apart
My brain was broken
My thoughts self-loathing or racing
My emotions unbearably intense
Over and over
I sought and received help
First with psychotherapy
Later with medicine
Today I remain a broken woman
Still healing, still learning
Today I use words, written words, spoken words
To touch, heal, and teach others
Or so I hope
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