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June 2, 2017
Therapy was traumatic today. I took last week’s bright collage and amidst the mountain shaped cutouts I had glued to the white background, this time I started with black watercolor pencil making a very dark cloud. This, as I told her about my son’s addiction to internet; how it has misshaped his life, his thoughts, his reality. And how, now, I feel myself to be the enabler. In the 3 years of her therapy, she has laughed and cried along with me. This time her face was stern, perturbed? She said, “How did you not know this would happen?”