<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The Chronic Processor]]></title><description><![CDATA[Find Your Ideal Therapist in Lafayette - Honest Reviews, Real Connections]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2026 19:31:01 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.aclientperspective.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Not Like the Rain]]></title><description><![CDATA[Roots do not trust the rain immediately. They remember drought. Long stretches between plentiful showers that seemed to last longer than the leaves could bear. The tree remembers watching its leaves fall, unable to gather them back. Brittle. Still. Alone. Then one day, a woman arrived with a small watering can. The tree did not drink. Yet every week she returned. Watering the same patch of earth. And slowly, the roots reached. I think I see a new leaf springing from a branch. Growth,...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/not-like-the-rain</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a2775970846f79adfeaa83d</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2026 02:10:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ecaa7_7e0d80055c7641efb1ca7480f13206a3~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Quiet Study]]></title><description><![CDATA[Content Note: This poem speaks openly about suicidal thoughts and the weight of living with them. I have studied attempted suicides the way historians study history. When your mind circles something long enough, you start looking for patterns. You learn the mistakes people made so you can avoid them. None of the bridges in my state are tall enough to guarantee breath stops when the falling does. I was young the first time I started researching this. Before national hotlines were posted...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/a-quiet-study</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69addabcb9582c4b5c8e637d</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 20:40:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_eb42616dc44746acae8f249a226840af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Thing in the Basement]]></title><description><![CDATA[You know how in horror movies, when someone is abducted and kept in a house, it’s always a locked door that leads down to a basement, which leads to another door, which leads to a long dimly lit hallway, and then to another door where the person actually is? And then every so often in those movies, the person who was abducted manages to escape the room. They make it through the hallway, up out of the basement, and to the front door of the house. Sometimes they even make it a few steps into...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/the-thing-in-the-basement</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a9b090b9582c4b5c8d00ae</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2026 16:50:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ecaa7_c805871e634a49e2b1c51c4955eb4cfa~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Space Between Sessions]]></title><description><![CDATA[Since we moved my therapy frequency up to twice a week, I’ve been feeling a lot more stable between sessions. It’s also provided an environment where I’m getting better at sharing more openly. Before we increased the frequency, she let me know there may be weeks where twice weekly can’t happen until she has a consistent spot available. I logically understand that and I respect that. Emotionally, I’m struggling with it. And I really hate this about myself. I hate the pain I feel around it. I...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/the-space-between-sessions</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aa41f4bf448a9cd17b389cb</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2026 15:43:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_f78bd5561f5d4328a5c2dd8bf6c80bbd~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Hallway]]></title><description><![CDATA[My insides feel like haunted walls with doors I cannot touch. They open and close on their own, each one casting a different memory into any sense it can find. I stay hidden behind the walls, watching him trapped in the hallway as the doors open around him. And for a moment, what is gone is everywhere, and what is here is nowhere.]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/the-hallway</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a99d775931dea863d22590e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 20:26:33 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Breadcrumbs]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is a place in me where language goes to die. Rooms without doors. Staircases that forget where they lead. I leave breadcrumbs and still get lost. Sometimes a hand finds its way in, and I become smoke before it can touch me. I don’t know how to be found without disappearing. So I gather what the wreckage leaves behind, small pieces of knowing pressed into my palms, held so tightly they leave an imprint. Because I have learned how easily I forget the way. And I am tired of waking up at...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/breadcrumbs</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a99d383450c4ccc95c9aed7</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 20:10:28 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Grief, Anger, Regret &#38; Not Knowing How to Move On.]]></title><description><![CDATA[The last few days have been kind of difficult. I’ve had a lot of grief bubbling up. A friend and I discuss a lot of things in depth. We go down rabbit holes about psychology, embodiment, trauma... all the things, really. There is some overlap between her and a therapist I used to work with, so sometimes just her presence can trigger the grief on its own. But really, it’s our conversations that bring a lot of it up. Today she sent me a video of an autistic therapist talking about ways autistic...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/grief-anger-regret-not-knowing-how-to-move-on</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a96e81eafdae5ab27959e08</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2026 15:00:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_2b6073ee8857405d910b2fe2869bbade~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nervous System Overload]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ve been pretty disoriented for the last week or two. Looking back, I probably should have started taking my medication sooner than I did, but here we are. I’m not completely back to baseline yet, but the Klonopin has settled whatever was happening inside of me. For the first time in a while, I feel stable again, and I’m incredibly grateful for that. One of the biggest realizations from all of this is that what I thought was attachment distress was, at least in large part, my nervous system...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/nervous-system-overload</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a89e743fe6fd82d1504ed05</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2026 18:18:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unbearable fear, unbearable pain]]></title><description><![CDATA[I really don’t know how to cope with the kind of pain that is coming up in therapy. With no support system outside of therapy, it’s hard to feel like I can make it through it. I’m so exhausted and scared, and I want to believe it gets better. But right now, it feels like I’m suffocating on my own fear. I need help for my emotions around getting help. I need the pain to stop.]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/unbearable-fear-unbearable-pain</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a7d0f942ca7f56c718113e8</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2026 00:32:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Hope You’re Still Chasing the Sky]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today someone mentioned a solar eclipse and I immediately thought of you. The grief hit me so fast I didn’t even have time to process it. I remembered how much you loved weather and space, and every rare event that came with them. You had this passion for chasing eclipses, storms, meteor showers, anything that made you feel connected to something bigger. It was something I never really understood. Honestly, those things never interested me all that much until I got to experience them with...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/i-hope-you-re-still-chasing-the-sky</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a7c9a770087d0e79b938e0b</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2026 16:17:48 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Therapy Is Hard Work]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ve been struggling. The pain, the fear, the lack of sleep, and the intense body sensations have been hard to move through. Last session was hard and intense. I had just opened up about the attachment distress I was feeling. I ended up having a flashback, and up until that moment, I hadn’t been able to share with her any of the ones that come up. This time, I did. She linked the flashback to the attachment distress. Since that session, I had been feeling a lot of rage. Anger is a hard...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/therapy-is-hard-work</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a73ea3b57958b7ef208f413</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2026 02:02:09 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hurting]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m experiencing a lot of distress right now, and I’m not sure why. My session wasn’t anything deep. I know I need to talk to her about the pain my attachment system is causing me, but idk how and idk that it would help. I’m trying to remind myself this is part of therapy, and that hopefully if I do enough work, this pain will subside. But I’m scared it won’t, and honestly it’s making it really hard not to pull away. I know that one of the main problems is that I don’t have anyone in my life...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/hurting</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6aa7775329f38dcec86853</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 01:28:29 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Alone]]></title><description><![CDATA[I just got out of a therapy session, and I feel like I'm losing my ability to engage with the world. At the same time, I don't know how to let my therapist in. Most of the time, I physically can't. I don't know how to cope with all of this grief anymore. It feels never-ending—a constant loop of grieving multiple people. I feel alone in the world, like I don't have anyone who cares about me or loves me. Sometimes I just want to let go because I don't see things getting better. My fear in...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/alone</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6a7cff7ef449b92cf907ea</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2026 22:24:47 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Losing Sight]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I don’t really understand why I’m always in so much mental anguish. When I look at my life, I know I have it good in comparison to people who are going through a really tough time. I wish I could be the kind of person who isn’t consumed by the seemingly small things in life. For instance, when I opened up last session about my fear of termination, my therapist scheduled me out for the remainder of the year and well into the next year. Now, I don’t know if she did that because her...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/losing-sight</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a67942235380d3132b96011</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2026 17:26:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Memory]]></title><description><![CDATA[We talked about my memory a little bit in session today. I’m too exhausted to type it all out, and honestly, the topic itself is activating for me. I’m just not in a place where I want to deal with being activated right now. However, something I was able to link when I was reflecting after session was that I remember books and movies in the same way I remember my life. Bits and pieces, but not much of a line of narrative. Obviously, this isn’t true of every single book or movie I have seen,...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/memory</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a62e99e532301fe59f6f380</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2026 04:33:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_3449b7a4f73f4956936e53f85b782f3e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Linguistic Silence]]></title><description><![CDATA[Oh, it is Tragic The swirling Of the words In your mind That you cannot utter aloud.]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/linguistic-silence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a610a576f3edb48b2015fae</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2026 18:22:56 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Would a Monster Save an Ant?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I, well most of the time, if not all of the time, feel inherently bad. Like a monster not welcomed in this world. Would a monster save an ant? It's a thought I have as I guide an ant onto a piece of paper and carry it outside, releasing it onto a leaf with the hope that its life can continue. With that thought comes a flood of memories. They capture me, pulling me into the past. Memories of times where I haven't been so kind. Memories that fill me with shame, the kind that lingers...]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/would-a-monster-save-an-ant</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a60f210c1270e7e21edcc81</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2026 16:40:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ecaa7_55be731e57d64dca80d2107445d06ac6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Teach Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[Take my hand And teach me What it feels like To experience softness Against my skin Teach me The ways a heart Can appear Without bruises And statements That cause fear Teach me how To hold ambiguity Like a crystal orb Something to be admired And not forsaken Because answers are Hard to form Lead me into Learning How to be a man That can hold All of these things Gently]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/untitled-4</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5a90ab5e7d848635df8caf</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 20:30:09 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Shape of Care]]></title><description><![CDATA[You are like the stillness of ocean water under the moonlight Like coming home to the smell of fresh baked cookies being pulled from the oven You are like the inhale and exhale of a regulated nervous system Like the scent of freshly cut grass on a rainy summer day You are, to me, the epitome of care]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/the-shape</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5a8c110d39a4adf2811c6c</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 20:10:05 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Heart I Cannot Carry]]></title><description><![CDATA[Slice through my skin The way you would butter And crack open my ribs Where grief has made its home Grip my heart and take it Barehanded I don’t want it anymore I want to lie among the daisies at sunset The last view Peaceful]]></description><link>https://www.aclientperspective.com/post/a-heart-i-cannot-carry</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5a86a9830cbda37bbc9d73</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 19:47:40 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>A Client Perspective</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>