...a nice, long hug. I wish my social worker could hold me just for a little while, while I cry about ending our sessions and talk about how it feels like more loss. I wish I could ask him for that. He wouldn't do it though, and he shouldn't do it. It's not professional and besides, I'm just experiencing transference, anyway.
But it sure would take me back to a place where I felt small, safe and protected.
And cared for.
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