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I dribbled the ball up to the net and shot it. I missed. Again.
"Bro this the sixth shot you've missed. What's up with you man?" My best friend and teammate, Brice asked.
Honestly, I didn't even know the answer to that question. Ever since my mama died shit ain't been the same for me.
"Ion know. I'm just having an off day I guess," I shrugged.
"Nigga you've been having off days since my teedy died. I'm scared for you man," He said with sympathetic eyes.
"I think you should go get some professional help"
I instantly tooted my nose up at the idea.
"Man nigga hell nah! Ian going to see no therapist. Fuck they gone do for me?"
He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. Ion give not one fuck cause ian going.
"They could do a lot for you if your dumbass would let em! It's all up to you big dawg. But once the season starts, you and I both know coach ain't finna put up with this shit," He said.
My shoulders sagged at his words, knowing they were true.
"How would I even go about getting a therapist?"
"Just look some up in the area. It can't be that hard," He shrugged.
"Ight, I'll do it later"
"Nah nigga do it now! I need to see your ass cause you'll say you did, and won't be done did shit!"
I smirked pulling out my phone, knowing he was right.
"Ight then ugly ass come help me"
He jogged his way up the court and sat down next to me in the bleachers. I pulled up psychologytoday.com and began my search.
"They gotta be black and they gotta be a woman" I spoke.
"Why," Brice asked with a raised brow.
"Because the fuck I look like pouring my heart out to another man, and I just don't feel like a white person would understand me as a black man," I said scrolling through the list of available therapist in my area.
"That's valid. Especially not wanting to talk to a white person about your problems. A black person would be able to give you better advice seeing as they understand your struggles more and share similar experiences to you," He nodded.
"I knew you wasn't as dumb as you look," I cheesed as I patted his head.
He slapped my hand away glaring at me, making me burst into laughter.
"Hurry up and find one dumbass, I'm hungry as hell out this hoe," He grumbled.
I continued to scroll until I came across Kionna Lee. A beautiful black woman who owned her own practice just 10 minutes from where I lived. From her description of herself, she seemed pretty legit. She graduated high school at 16, went to college at Hampton University, graduated at the top of her class with a 4.0, and she owns her own practice. Beauty and brains I see. I sent in a request for an appointment and closed my phone.
