Therapy Session [Completed]

Something Different

I was dreading coming into therapy the next morning. I wasn't sure what to expect but I didn't want to be here.

I stayed in bed for a while until deciding to get up.

Haley was at work and last night all we did was talk. She asked me about what happened that day and I just told her another lie.

She knew I was lying but didn't further question it.

I knew she was worried though. I could see it in her eyes when she was talking to me but we ended the conversation and talked about something else.

Walking into the building, I didn't have any coffee this morning cause I wasn't in the mood for it.

Which happens some days and this is one of those days.

I took the elevator up to the floor and leaning my head against the back wall, watching the numbers rise before it stopped on the floor.

Walking down the hall, I looked around as I was making my way to the door in the back. I glanced over at the open doors as I passed by but didn't see anyone.

When I stopped at the door, I slowly opened it and stepped inside. I didn't see her sitting at the desk as I shut the door behind me and walked in.

I looked around before walking to the chair and sitting. I leaned back and looked over at the door before looking over at the window.

After a few minutes, I heard the door open and voices. I look over to see Miss Arianna and Mrs. Janet walk in before they saw me.

Mrs. Janet smiled before looking over at Miss Arianna, saying something before smiling at me then walking out the door.

My eyes followed Miss Arianna as she walked to the desk and sat a folder down. I saw her run her hand through her hair before grabbing a paper and walking towards me.

"Good morning, Morgan." She slightly smiled as she sat across from me.

I nod. "Morning."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"How was your day yesterday?"

I shrug. "It was ok."

She nods as she looks down at the paper in her lap. I saw her stare at it as she was thinking about something before looking back up at me.

The session was a little weird cause she wasn't looking at me as much and avoiding eye contact by looking down at the paper.

I wasn't sure if it had something to do with yesterday but part of me knew it did.

She asked me a few questions about my childhood and I answered them the best I could before it got a little too personal and when she looked at me, I knew she knew I was only telling half the story.

But she didn't say anything as she continued the questions.

Getting more comfortable, I laid my legs across the chair and leaned my back against the other side before looking over at her.

"I haven't asked about your dad yet.."

I shrugged. "You don't need to. He's no longer in the picture and hasn't been since I was born."

"So you never knew your dad?"

"Not really. My mom told me how sorry he was and how much he didn't care about us."

She nods as she writes more things down then looks up at me. "Tell me about the first time you started experiencing bad thoughts."

I thought for a moment as I looked at the floor.