Therapy Session [Completed]

A Breakthrough

Opening up a door with two coffee's in your hand doesn't work out. I tried so hard and eventually got the door open before I almost spilled the coffee at the same time.

Arianna was sitting at her desk when I walked in and she looked up at me as I was walking to the desk. I nodded towards her before placing a coffee down and watching her look down at it.

"What's this?"

"Coffee."

"Is that why you were asking what type of coffee I liked?"

Nodding, I saw her smile before picking the coffee up and taking a sip of it. She looks at me and smiles before placing the cup down.

"Thank you, Morgan."

I nodded before taking my coffee to my chair and sitting down. I sighed as I took a few sips and felt my body wake up from the lack of sleep I've been getting.

"How are you this morning?"

Arianna walked towards me as she was holding her notepad and pen. She sat down across from me before crossing her legs and looking at me.

I nodded. "Better but still shit."

She nods as she was watching me. "How did you sleep?"

"Ok, I guess. More sleep but still tossing and turning."

"What time did you go to bed?"

I sighed. "Not sure when I fell asleep but I went to bed around eleven."

She nods as she was watching me and her eyes traveled down my arms, looking for marks again before reaching my eyes and slightly smiling.

"Where do you want to begin today?"

I thought for a moment and remembered what Greg was talking about yesterday. I wasn't sure how well this was going to go but I knew that if I really wanted to know why I am the way I am then I needed to start somewhere.

"I've been to therapy for almost fifteen years." I saw her nod as she was looking at me. "Nobody could help figure out why I'm so.. messed up and after coming to a realization that I'm mostly responsible for that.." I stopped as I looked at her as she was watching me.

"You realized that you need to open up more?"

I nodded and saw her nod as well. "Yeah.. which isn't going to go great cause of how I am but.. I need to start."

She nods before slightly smiling. "I'm glad you came to that realization, Morgan. So, where do you want to begin?"

"Before my mom passed."

I watch as she nods before looking down at her notepad for a moment. "So," She looks up at me. "You told me that your childhood was good?"

"It was ok."

"Explain how it was just ok."

I sighed before looking over at the wall. "My life wasn't perfect. My mom was struggling with jobs and when she couldn't keep the place we were living at, we had to move."

"We rented a lot and sometimes we didn't live in the nicest places and it kind of sucked cause it never felt like home. No matter where we went."

Staring at the wall, I thought back to all the places we lived at and knew they were all terrible. I remember this once place that was pretty nice but the landlord jacked up our rent and we couldn't afford it anymore.

"You remember a lot at a young age.. you said your mom passed when you were nine?"

I nod before looking at her. "Yeah."