Therapy Session [Completed]

Problem Solving

"Good morning, Morgan."

Mrs. Janet was the first one to greet me when I walked through those doors the next day.

I nodded before walking down the hall to the same room I've been to and will continue to go to for the rest of my life.

I already know I'm going to be here for years and years.

There's no hope for me and that's how my mind has been for years.

I'm so messed up.

Nobody, not even myself, can save me.

When I walked into the room, Miss Arianna was sitting at the desk before she looked up and removed her glasses.

She smiles at me as she stood up and walked around the desk. "Good morning, Morgan."

"Morning." I nodded before taking a seat in the chair.

She walks over to me and sits on the arm of the chair across from me. "How are you?"

I shrug. "I'm alright. Regret waking up this early as always."

Therapy was something I hated, especially when I had the wake up so damn early.

"I understand." She smiles.

Doubt it.

"So, what's on your mind this morning?" She asks as she walks back to her desk and grabs a few things. I watch as she walks back towards me and sits across from me.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" She looks at me before crossing her legs and holding the pad of paper in her lap. "There has to be something going on in that head of yours."

Shaking my head, I saw her slowly nod before writing something down. I watched her for a moment before looking up at the ceiling until she stood up.

"We got a lot covered that one day, Morgan." I saw her stand behind her desk as she was looking at me. "I understand some days you want to talk and others you don't. We all have those days. I'm not going to force you to speak to me if you don't want to."

After that, she sat down at her desk. I watched her for a moment as she was looking through papers.

Looking back at the ceiling, I placed my arms behind my head and focused in the pattern above me.

All I heard for the shuffling of papers every few moments as my head was in it's on little world.

The quietness was calming and relaxing.

Something I haven't felt in years.

When I looked back at Miss Arianna, she was still looking through papers with her glasses on.

The silence was taking over and it was making my whole body relax.

I enjoyed it but then again, I didn't.

"Ok let's talk." I looked over at her as she was now looking at me before smiling.

"That technique always works."

"What technique?"

She smiles before sitting in the chair across from me once again with the pad of paper in her lap.

"Whenever you're ready. Start where you want to start. I'm not rushing."

Looking at her, I couldn't believe this woman was making me do things I normally don't do.

Yeah, I talked to Mr. Tate about shit but a lot of it was mumbled and he still wrote it down.

I wasn't even making sense to myself when it came to talking to him, but Miss Arianna is different and she's pulling shit from me that I keep hidden.