What happened at night (Thiam)(Rewriting)

Chapter 13

Previously on What happened at night

Theo's Pov

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to drift off to sleep, feeling a sense of hope and optimism for the future. No matter what challenges lie ahead, as long as we face them together, as a team, I know that we'll emerge stronger and more resilient than ever before. And with Liam's love and support guiding me every step of the way, I know that we'll be okay.

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Theo's Pov

The morning of my appointment with the therapist arrives, and I find myself filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Liam is by my side, offering words of encouragement and support as we make our way to the therapist's office together.

As we step through the door, I'm struck by a sense of calm that washes over me. The office is warm and inviting, with soft lighting and comfortable chairs that beckon me to relax and unwind.

The therapist, a kind-looking woman with gentle eyes and a reassuring smile, greets us warmly as we enter. She ushers us into her office and invites me to take a seat in the chair opposite her desk.

As I settle into the chair, I can feel the weight of the past few weeks settling over me like a heavy blanket. It's a daunting task, to open up and share my innermost thoughts and feelings with a stranger, but I know that it's the first step toward healing and recovery.

The therapist begins by asking me to tell her everything about my pregnancy, from the moment I found out I was expecting to the present day. It's a tall order, to condense nine months of my life into a single conversation, but I do my best to recount the journey I've been on.

I tell her about the joy and excitement I felt when I first learned I was pregnant, the overwhelming love that welled up inside me as I watched my belly grow with each passing day. I tell her about the anticipation and anxiety I felt as Parker's due date drew near, and the sense of relief and joy that washed over me when she finally arrived.

But as I delve deeper into my story, the tone shifts, and I find myself recounting the challenges and struggles I've faced in the weeks since Parker's birth. The sleepless nights, the constant worry, the feelings of inadequacy and guilt that have plagued me every step of the way.

With each word I speak, I can feel the weight of my emotions lifting, as if by giving voice to my struggles, I'm somehow lightening the burden that I've been carrying for so long. It's a cathartic experience, to lay bare my soul and share my innermost thoughts and feelings with another person.

As I speak, the therapist listens with compassion and understanding, offering words of encouragement and support that fill me with a sense of hope for the future. It's a long road ahead, I know, but with the help of the therapist and the love and support of my family, I know that I'll be able to face whatever challenges come my way.

As the session draws to a close, I feel a sense of gratitude wash over me—a gratitude for the opportunity to seek help, to confront my struggles head-on, and to take the first step toward healing and recovery. I stepped out of the therapist's office and into the bright sunlight, I feel a glimmer of hope begin to flicker within me—a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always light to be found.

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In the days and weeks that follow my first therapy session, I find myself settling into a routine of regular appointments and self-reflection. Each session brings new insights and revelations, helping me to unravel the tangled mess of emotions that have been weighing me down for so long.