It’s Going to be Okay

Chelsea Catherine
4 min readDec 9, 2022

(But Also, it Might Not Be)

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Less than 24 hours after landing in Massachusetts, I had my last session with the therapist I’d been working with for over two years. We stared at each other from behind a screen. His house was visible in the background — not too much of it, just a couch and some windows, palm trees swaying in the background, the occasional attention-seeking cat brushing up against couch pillows. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

I let out a sigh. It had taken me four days to get there from Alaska where I’d spent the last month at a writing residency. Before that, I’d packed all my things up, prepped and ready to leave St. Petersburg, Florida for good. “I feel ready,” I said. “Calm.”

“Like everything’s about to fall into place?”

“Yes,” I told him. “I think I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

I spent a total of six and a half years in Florida. St. Petersburg is the first place I really fell in love with a city. I loved almost everything about it — the lizards that scampered across the sidewalks when I went on runs, the sunsets (always purple and orange and a stunning shade of red: burgundy or shiraz, like the wine), the way the downtown always felt so quiet and safe during the early mornings.

In Florida, I rented a small house next to a neighbor who shared his dirty-snouted…



Chelsea Catherine

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