We look but few of us see.

Behind each face is a soul.

Some are troubled and weary

while many can get by just fine.

 

The less fortunate,

the ones hounded by events far from their control,

are falling apart at the seems.

 

They are called Diseased,

Uncertain,

Unpredictable,

Unstable,

Untrustworthy.

I call them Partner.

 

From PTSD to depression,

from OCD to DID,

they are people to me.

 

In one hand I envision a diploma,

Ph.D stamped proudly across its fibers.

In the other I imagine a client's hand

as they find that they can be okay.