I went to see my therapist today and I showed her my haiku that I wrote a few days before. It went well and she wanted me say it out loud and I cracked again. She likes reading poetry and she told me the whole thing is just sad, and down except the last phrase I’ll bring you home, as if it’s a new hope. We spent quite amount of time interpreting and brainstorming. And my assignment this week is what is home to me? I don’t know, I’m just too tired of thinking as I cried so many times whenever I thought of the word home. My Achilles’ heel.