Therapy Session [Completed]

A Little Much To Process

Waking up the next morning was something I didn't want to do. I could feel my body not want to move and I didn't feel like getting up or doing anything.

I was tired.

Last night was terrible. I didn't sleep at all and tossing and turning was my enemy. I was awake the whole night up until five in the morning, which I got maybe an hour of sleep before hearing Haley downstairs leaving for work.

When my alarm went off, I was already about to toss my phone out the window. I stayed in bed for a few minutes as I was trying to come up with a good enough excuse to get out of bed.

My body was tired.

My mind was tired.

Sitting up, I tossed the covers from me and saw red marks all down my arms. I sighed as I got up and went to the bathroom to start this dreadful day.

After I did all my morning routines, I got dressed and sat on my bed for thirty minutes as I stared at nothing. I was mentally hitting myself as I was wanting to lay back down so bad.

I sighed as I got up and grabbed my phone before looking at the time. I knew I was going to be a little late but I didn't care at this point.

After I left the house, I was already ready for this day to get over with. I was tired and not in the mood for dealing with anything today, which I know Miss Arianna was going to notice and question me about it.

As I was driving, I heard my phone then reached over and grabbed it before glancing at it. I saw her name on the screen and I looked back at the road for a moment before answering it and putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Morgan? Are you ok?"

"Yeah?" I kept my eyes on the road as I turned down a street before leaving the town.

"Just making sure. You didn't message me at all yesterday and it's almost time for your appointment."

I nodded as I was looking at the road. "I didn't feel great yesterday and.. I still don't. But I'm on the way there."

It was silent for a moment.

"Do you want to talk about it when you get here?"

"Probably not.. but I'll see."

"Ok. I'll see you when you get here."

Nodding, I hung up before tossing my phone in the passenger seat and focusing back on the road. I sighed as I leaned back and held onto the steering wheel with my left hand and propping my leg up in the seat.

Music usually helps me in this case when I don't feel good but I wasn't in the mood for music.

And that was a problem.

When I finally got into the city, I drove my way to the building that I hated so much. I always hated it from the day I came here but I promised myself that I would keep coming until I get help.

If I ever do.

It seems like nothing is helping and at this point, I wasn't sure anymore.

I've been unsure for a while now but I've been pushing.

For myself.

For my mom.

But it's getting harder every time I come here and I can't keep holding on when I'm ready to break down into a million pieces.

After a few moments, I realized I was sitting in the parking lot. I looked at the time and sighed before leaning my head back and regretting getting out of bed this morning.