I'm doing a break from work, the doctor thought

I'm doing a break from work, the doctor thought best to put me on sick leave, for I just couldn't anymore, too much work, too difficult and sort of burn out, breakdown, just too much.   It feels so good to be able to breathe and to stop, I just felt I was overwhelmed and just couldn't see straight with all I had to do.  I guess, I need something less intellectual to do, to be able to take care of my life nearby.  I just couldn't think anymore and handling the absence, and the lack of love, of presence, I needed to stop, to see straight and to speak out, to exchange.   I see a psychotherapist again, it felt so good last time I saw her, I spoke, it felt so good, I needed it, a stranger, someone external not my mum who had become my psychotherapist, not the best idea, although she's very present, but that's not her role.

Love... the way