Therapy

Part 16

I'm not sure if anyone reads/needs these but trigger warning: Anxiety and Depression 

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Over the next two weeks, both Maya and Carina felt like they were finally starting to get their footing back.

Maya was diligent about taking her meds and while she still wasn't feeling awesome, she did manage to get out of bed for three consecutive days for something other than therapy which was a major step forward.

After about a week of having someone with her all the time, both of them finally felt comfortable with Maya being alone again, and by the end of the second week, Maya decided to try going back to work.

Her sleep was up and down, some night she would sleep close to 6 hours without taking a sleep aid and other nights, she would toss and turn for hours, mind racing. She was working diligently with Dr. Lewis to help with this, but everything took time.

Maya was still struggling to eat, just not ever feeling up to it. She had talked to Dr. Lewis about it, and the therapist told her that it was probably linked to Maya's control issues and the issues she had with her dad. Lane had regularly used food as a punishment for Maya as a young child, restricting her food intake almost constantly. Maya was used to being in control of her life and everything that had happened recently had made her feel beyond out of control, forcing her to grasp at anything she could control, and for her, it was her food intake.

Maya was working on it, forcing herself to eat one meal a day which was exhausting. Carina and Vic both made sure the house was full of anything Maya wanted to eat, both of them scared for the blonde because she was starting to look sick with how much weight she had lost.

Today was going to be her first day back at work since she took time off two weeks ago. She hadn't really slept the night before, her anxiety shooting through the roof. Carina had spent the night, sitting up with her for a few hours, trying to help her calm down.

"If today is too much, you can come home," Carina said as Maya got dressed, "Don't push yourself for something you aren't ready for."

Maya nodded, zipping her pants before grabbing a belt.

"I think I will be ok," Maya said, taking a breath, "I can do this."

Carina smiled as they started both finished getting ready. Carina was going to walk Maya to work today to give her a little moral support. Vic was waiting for them when they walked out of the bedroom.

"Ready?" the perky younger woman said.

"I think so," Maya nodded, holding Carina's hand as they walked out of the apartment.

They walked the short distance to the station, Carina rubbing gently circles on the back of Maya's hand the whole time. Maya had seen most of her team over the past two weeks as they dropped by to spend time with her, except Jack for obvious reasons, but she was still extremely anxious.

"You can do this," Carina said as they walked through the door, "And if you can't that is ok too."

Vic headed upstairs while Maya and Carina went into Maya's office.

Maya changed into her uniform, sighing as she looked at how baggy everything was. She knew if she didn't start putting weight back on, she was going to have to order a new set of uniforms. Once she was dressed, she went back into her office, Carina walking up to her.

"My uniforms are all too big," Maya said with a sigh, "I look so unprofessional."

"Once you start feeling better, it will fit better," Carina said, pulling Maya close, "It's good to see you back in your uniform."