Poem by the Artist Marwan
I need therapy because I’ve been looking only outward.
I need therapy because falling into the same small abyss eight times isn’t bad luck—it’s a pattern.
I need therapy because the world feels like a piece of clothing that no longer fits me, because the world is a garment, and maybe—just maybe—a couch could be the fitting room.
I need therapy because I chase pleasure to fill the empty spaces in my soul, but I want to understand those spaces so I can fill them with self-love, with the kindness I owe myself.
I need therapy because my hunger to devour the world disappeared the moment I realized the world was devouring me. And this isn’t just a metaphor—this is someone who needs to learn that living isn’t about being the meal or the diner, and you can’t wait for the world to figure that out for you.
I need therapy because I see things in myself that I resent in others, and that’s not a good sign. Because sometimes, I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.
I need therapy because I’m just an ordinary man, working more than I should, trying to shine brighter than I need to—just like everyone else in this system. And I’m starting to realize that what’s “normal” has nothing to do with what’s natural.
I need therapy because age has made me painfully responsible, and growing up shouldn’t just mean taking on more responsibilities. It should also mean making peace with your wounds, your past, and the people in it.
I need therapy because I thought I had already moved on, but life hands you your struggles in pieces, always saving one last challenge to push you a little further.
I need therapy because lately, I haven’t known how to unwrap those challenges.
For all these reasons, I know I need therapy. And now, I’m working on it—looking for a therapist.
