Dear Therapist

I am writing to you with a heavy heart and a sense of exhaustion that I struggle to put into words. Over the past months, our sessions have been a space where I’ve tried to unravel the complexities of my emotions and thoughts. However, I have come to a realization that I must share with you honestly.

Despite the effort and time we’ve invested, I find myself increasingly worn out and disheartened. The process, rather than bringing the clarity and healing I had hoped for, has made me feel like a sick and needy person. This is not a reflection on your skills or dedication; I appreciate all you have done and continue to do. The problem, it seems, lies within me.

Every session, I’m confronted with my struggles and shortcomings in a way that leaves me feeling more broken than before. I had hoped that therapy would be a path to strength and self-discovery, but instead, it feels like I’m digging deeper into a well of despair. I find myself yearning for a simpler way to cope, one that doesn’t involve dissecting my every thought and emotion.

I have come to a point where I believe that surrendering my worries to God and letting time heal my wounds might be a better path for me. This might seem like a retreat from the progress we’ve attempted to make, but it feels like the only way I can preserve my sanity and sense of self. I need to trust that God and the passage of time can provide the solace and healing that therapy has not been able to.

This is a difficult decision for me, as I know how much you’ve invested in my journey. I deeply respect and admire your commitment to helping people like me. Please understand that this choice comes from a place of seeking peace and not from a lack of gratitude for your efforts.

Thank you for your understanding, patience, and support. I hope you can accept my decision and know that it comes from a desire to find a way to cope that feels less overwhelming. I will always value the insights you’ve shared with me and the kindness you’ve shown.

© sosawrites