To (Name Removed), my therapist kind and true
I pen these words of gratitude to you
Though uncommon it may be, a poem I send
To express the thanks I struggle to comprehend
In your presence, I’ve witnessed a profound change
A transformation in my life, beautifully arranged
While I know the effort comes from within
Your dedication and empathy let the healing begin
Opening up has always been a challenge for me
Yet you invested time, creating a safe space to see
That for the first time, I took steps to recover
Putting genuine effort, my soul to rediscover
In this vast world of therapy, it’s rare to find
Someone so passionate, with a heart kind
You truly care for your client’s well-being
And that’s the essence of why I’m now freeing
Honestly flows effortlessly from my lips
As we work together, mending life’s nips
Your support and guidance, unwavering and true
Have made a world of difference, helping me through
So, thank you, (Name Removed), for all that you do
For believe in me and helping my spirit renew
This poem may be unconventional, but I hope you’ll see
The depths of my gratitude, forever it will be
I've had mostly terrible therapists throughout my life. At the point this will be posted, I will be 39 years old. (Yikes!) I've been seeing therapists since I was 4 or 5 years old. Not for treatment for my trauma, but for my, "Defiant behaviors" that my mother couldn't handle, which were a direct result of my trauma's, but whatever... I can only remember a couple of therapists throughout my childhood and teenage years that were kind and decent to me. Once I moved back to my home state at 31 years old, I found 3 therapists that will also remain memorable. One was great. He kept me alive, broke a lot of ethics to make sure I remained alive. (Sometimes it's unethical for a rule to be unethical!) One was alright. She was sort of a buffer while I was looking for the therapist that I currently have.
I have never been able to open up to a therapist, to be fully honest the way I have with this one. It took a good year for me to be honest and talk about anything of substance. But he was patient, kind, ethical, and extremely supportive while taking a year to build true rapport (trust) with me. He is a trauma certified therapist, who has his own trauma and also sees a trauma-certified therapist. Maybe the therapists here before him have built me up to where I needed to be. But I have never seen so much growth and change in myself, nor have my family or friends. Things just started exploding, mostly in a good way for me, once I started working with this therapist. Like everyone I cherish, I wanted to write him a poem to thank him. Because, you know, being a therapist is not about the recognition, it's about healing and helping other people. But, recognition makes people feel good. It lets them know they are doing a good job.
This was also a time in my life, when I wrote this at least, that I was not able to verbally express my emotions. This is how I not only expressed my gratitude to him, but showed him how I feel. Which he points out and then I realize what I'm feeling and how to verbalize. He's also helped tremendously in that way, to allow me to utilize similar methods with my own clients, who are also making progress. He didn't just help me, he's helped countless others by showing me alternative ways of coping with many different things. He also gets authoritative when necessary, which is something I am not yet good at with my clients, but working on it.
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