I don’t know you, but I know you know me.
It’s nice to meet you officially.
What are you up to these days?
Did your broken heart finally heal?
I hope so because I don’t know how many more articles on mourning the loss of two therapists and a partner I can write.
What have you enjoyed most about your life?
Who has made the biggest impact?
I know you’ll probably say your therapists and teachers, but I’m curious.
Did you publish that book?
Did you ever meet your future partner?
What did you end up doing for a career?
I’m sure you have helped many children.
I have a feeling you became both a psychologist and a writer. This is what o Mago in Rio de Janeiro said at least would happen.
I hope you were able to set down your anger eventually and move up and out of trauma.
I hope you remembered throughout your life that you’re never stuck.
I hope you learned to love yourself a bit more and held on tightly to the little girl inside you.
I hope you fought against stigma, continued to march for women’s rights, and helped move clinical psychology toward a more positive direction.
I hope you stopped ruminating on what was and leaned into the present, even if difficult to do.
I hoped you continued to grow your international family and embraced all the love that surrounded you.
I hope you’re smiling tonight as you reflect back on a life well-lived.
I hope one day we get to meet.