A massage therapist who neglects his body.
A counselor who struggles to receive care from others.
An art teacher who won’t make time for her own creativity.
What do these have in common?
Throughout my time as a therapist and a non-therapist regular human, I’ve encountered something again and again: people who have chosen careers where they generously give others what they won’t or can’t allow themselves to receive.
Sometimes we’re conscious of the disconnect, the very injustice of it all. Other times we’re seemingly unaware of the ways our life’s work includes everyone but us.
fara tucker (she/her) is a writer, poet, former therapist, and current therapy client who is currently wading through liminal space.