On my last day of therapy I bought myself a cupcake.

On my last day of therapy I cried myself to sleep.

On my last day of therapy I felt completely lost.

I always assumed it was out of my control.

The panic, the anxiety, would always be there.

It wasn’t until later that I learned that while that may be,

I still hold the power.

I learned that there is not something inherently wrong with me.

My brain always told me I was sick,

So much so that I began to believe it.

I couldn’t go anywhere, or do anything.

If I did I might lose it.

On my last day of therapy I was told that I was going to be okay on my own.

On my last day of therapy I was scared, but ready to finally face the world that had been there waiting for me.

On my last day of therapy I bought myself a cupcake.

I am going to try new things.

I am going to go to new places,

But will tell myself that it’s alright if I stay home.

I am going to do the little things that I never thought possible.

It will no longer hold me back.

It will no longer tell me what I can and cannot do.

While my tassel has moved from right to left,

I knew I might be back one day.

But I also knew, that was ok too.

On my last day of therapy I felt incredible relief.

On my last day of therapy I saw that my life was just beginning.

On my last day of therapy I bought myself a cupcake.