Words

My psychotherapist has a lot of words. Sometimes this is a source of frustration for me, especially if he uses a lot of them all at once in a fashion that means I have to work a little harder mentally or emotionally than I want to, or listen a little longer than my patience seems to allow for.  Sometimes his words are hard to hear, sometimes I don't hear them at all.
At other times, his words cross the divide between us, find the words I'm not saying and say them for me. That can be close to a transcendent experience. The part of me which was too scared to express itself is not only seen, but spoken to. That which was nebulous and yet to be formed suddenly takes on new life, becoming real in a way it never could be when it remained unsaid.
Recently I was struggling to put into words my feelings around a break. I was trying to say something, and failing, and then he said it for me...

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