I no longer speak a great deal about my personal life upon social media — it was always something of a dead end — and yet I shall say this much: the past several months, I have been attending therapy. Probably long overdue, yeah? Actually, it is not my first go-around, but no matter. In any case, I have had a therapist I genuinely came to appreciate, a kind and estimable young woman. Unfortunately, she is now obliged to leave the practice owing to life circumstances, and the change came about rather suddenly. This morning marked my final appointment with her, which I almost did not make due to my car not starting; thankfully, I had a ride and did manage to say ‘goodbye’ to her.
I share this only to say that it served as a profound reminder to me to cherish always the rare few good people who grace one’s life, because one never knows when a given parting shall prove the last. In brutal honesty, I do not miss the vast majority of my erstwhile friends and acquaintances — as I have always maintained, from hard-earned experience, most people are decidedly NOT good people — yet there remain a select few with whom I wish I had either parted on more amicable terms or who might yet remain in my life. I am grateful that, for one such individual at least, I was afforded the opportunity to say a proper farewell — and ‘thank you’.
— Arthur Newhook, 12 September 2026
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