Closing the chapter with my regular thera. Nine months. Twenty-six sessions. That’s not just a run - that’s a journey. She became a rhythm in my life, a familiar presence that blurred the line between routine and connection.
Today I let go. Not out of anger, not out of boredom - but out of respect. I told her I’ll pray she finds a new path, far from the weight of this industry. A life with dignity, peace, and maybe even joy.
Goodbyes in this scene are rarely clean, but this one felt right. Sometimes the greatest tip you can give isn’t in cash - it’s in wishing them freedom.