ThereAreNoTherapists

[u/Silver_Eye9792]

Therapy is once a month
And you’re alone for 28 days while parents
Galavant to Asia
Business and Buddha
The usual 

The loneliness creeps in at 1AM
The parents’ bedroom too big
For markers and books and plushies
Yet so small for a girl, age 34
Still wondering what lies in her future

Between pharmacy licenses and tutoring
Seasonal job hunts and mopping
(which you’ll get to tomorrow, no big deal)
Piano and tutoring
She wonders if it’s okay…

To just…not be okay.

But there are four bedrooms to scream in
Three days of karate per week
Two coloring books to complete
(2 48-packs of Ohuhus to aid you, plus 10 dozen more for fun)

Church has people listening to your concerns
And a God who takes your sufferings
So that some other person in Africa can convert it to good
Make a better place than a bad place.

You have friends and family to connect with
Discord and Viber at your fingertips
A car for one-hour drives
Dumplings in the freezer

Journals for self-care and solo RPGs
Multiple pens with glitter and scents
Endless adventures based on the draw of a card
Up to 6 at a time

There is love, there is a future
There are connections and noodles
There are plants (gotta keep basil from bolting)
And dishes (wash the backs as well)

There are movies to watch
There’s matcha and pumpkin for coffee days
And hot water to cleanse your Rubber Soul

There is you, and you’re gonna be okay

(And there’s red velvet cake in the fridge. Don’t forget the cake)

Note: Title spacing is based on the editing on tvtropes. This trope is a pet peeve of mine which discusses how people in fiction never seem to get therapy for their problems. Heavily inspired by the loneliness I'm feeling as my parents are off for a month-long business trip in Myanmar and Thailand.

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[u/underpant_pioneer]

The lines inside the brackets is the life force of this poem, like little whisperings of an exhausted self. All the things you listed (which seldom helps a troubled person in need of help) sets a perfect irony of the situation at hand. The house, large and vacant also creates a perfect setting for this poem to wallow in; all in all, this is perfect representation of loneliness and feelings of abandonment. No notes, no changes required.