Closure.

My therapist mailed me today. "Can I close your case?" she asked. Yes, well I suppose she can. If she likes.

Am I healed? Was I ever sick? A depression dealt with? A quarter-life crisis solved? Or has my lack of income put pay to the pricey one on one sessions we used to hold in her homely office with the peach-coloured walls?

Whatever reason I may want to attach to my absence in her practice, her enquiry remains a valid one. Nonetheless I am nowhere near ready to answer it. Closure is for losers.