Avatar (1947) by Dorothea Tanning
I’m seeing a therapist now. Friends have asked me, “Why now?” and the honest answer is that I’m feeling strong enough to face myself and dig deeper.
“Dig deeper?!!!” their faces say. “Bitch, please.”
“That’s nice,” their mouths say. “Sounds healthy.”
What my therapist says is that everything I say sounds healthy, but it’s n…