Already Home {H.S}

6

HARRY

Doing what I do is hard.

You get stressed out over small things all of the time.

On rare occasions, it's also the big things, but that's rare for me. Usually, I just get nervous rather than stressed.

Being a human in general is hard. But we keep pushing through. We have to.

One of the small things I'm stressed about is my therapy appointment. I go to therapy once a month, but sometimes more if I feel I need it. Today was one of those days.

"Harry, did you hear me?" I heard from my computer.

I had to do my therapy over video chat most times.

There have been times when people would wait outside of my therapist's office to come after me. It got too overwhelming, so now, we video chat. Unless I had to chat about something bigger, then I would go into his office. But that can only happen when I'm in Los Angeles. Today was not one of those days.

"Uh, yeah, got sidetracked with my thoughts, sorry," I apologize.

"We don't apologize here, Harry. We communicate our thoughts and work through them. It's healthy. What's been going on lately?" He asked.

"Not too much," I shrugged as I leaned further into my chair. "I'm visiting some family at the moment, so I'm in a good headspace. I think so, at least,"

"How has that been?" John asked after he had written on his notepad.

I've come to realize that he will write down quite a bit when we have our sessions. I've never seen what he's written, but it seems like he writes down the big things that I tell him and even the things that don't really matter. Well, to me, at least.

I really like my therapist. That's a good thing, though. It would be awful if I dreaded the regular calls that we have. But he's been my therapist for 3 years now, so we've gotten to know each other. Him getting to know me more than I've gotten to know him.

All I know about him is that he had a wife, and I assume kids because of the photos in his office.

Him, on the other hand, he knows my brain at this point. That's why I think we're a good fit.

"It's been really good, I've missed them a lot," I said, sighing louder than I planned.

"You saw them back in March, right?" He asked, going back through his notepad.

One of the things I've noticed is that he remembers stuff a lot. Like just him remembering me being back home a few months ago. I mean, I guess it's his job, but these little things don't seem that important to me.

"Yes," I nodded. "I was just at my mom's house the other day for one of their get-togethers. It'd been a while since I've actually been able to go to one. I've missed it," I smiled at the thought of a few days ago.

"How did that go?" John asked.

"It was good. I got to see Gem's best friend and her family. I haven't seen them since New Years, I think. It's been a long time," I smiled. "Cade was still as excited as ever to see me. He's getting bigger,"