Album Review: Hemlock - 444
And I will go to therapy again this Monday evening—talk about how hard it is to strike some balance in this life. And I will leave feeling the same way I felt walking in. Or, maybe, with some burden lifted. Maybe with some burden bare. The thing that kept me working with the same therapist, regularly, for, like, 12 years, even after I had determined that I was no longer getting anything out of the hour I spent, once a month, sitting on the creaky old cabriole in her office, was the fear of starting over. And, maybe, fear isn’t the right word—maybe just how, at that time, it was the notion of how daunting, or intimidating it all sounded. The idea that, regardless of the fact that I felt my therapist was no longer challenging me, or engaging me in dialogue I considered to be helpful, I was still, at least until February of 2020, willing to go through the motions in part because I could not fathom having to explain it all to someone else—someone new. Someone who had not been worki