"Oh well."

My therapist was driving me home after a group session, and there was something I still wanted to get off my chest.

We went to the park and I tried to tell her what I was feeling. It was something I felt for a long time and I never knew how to say it, so I just let it out.
I told her, "Sometimes I just feel stupid, like everything that's easy for everyone else is hard for me. It's like I don't understand the simplest of things and like I'll never catch up with everyone. I want to be smart."

She just looked at me and said, "Oh well."

I told her to take me home. I quit therapy shortly after.