… And I say that as someone whose day job is to be a therapist. It’s not that I don’t believe in therapy, and it’s not that getting therapy hasn’t been helpful to me at various points in my life. But the brokenness and the hurt and all the pain inside me right now is a job so significant and potentially complex, I believe that only a force as big and benevolent (not to mention, miraculous) as True Love could even make a dent in it. Because the thing about therapists is that therapists are human, and, as such, they have limits and conditions for the help that they can provide. Right now, I need the kind of help that is beyond limits and conditions. I need the kind of help that will reach me wherever I happen to be, and regardless of what I am (or, am not) doing to help myself. I need the kind of help that will come through for me regardless of whether I have the time or the money or the inclination to attend therapy on any given day. I need the kind of therapy that doesn’t care a whit if I “like” the therapist enough to listen to them or to trust them. But, speaking of trust, I suppose that trust really is the one criteria — the bare minimum — of what I would have to do in order for True Love to come on down and help me heal my broken heart. I have to trust that True Love will come, and that it wants to help me. And I have to trust that it will eventually lead me to a place in my life where I can finally be real, and whole, and happy again. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.