In the sheltered confines of her upbringing, Daisy lived a life untouched by the shadows that lurked beyond. But as the dawn of college breaks, she finds herself standing at the threshold of independence, eager to unravel the mysteries of her own ex...
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Chapter 5
As I cruised through the traffic on my way to the therapy session right after school, the monotony of the car ride mirrored the swirl of emotions inside me. Just as I anticipated my mom's call, hoping for some connection, my phone chimed, and I answered, convinced she had finally caught up with me.
"Hey, sweetheart, I'm back home. Can we talk when you get back from your appointment?" she asked in her sweet tone, thinking everything was fine. Little did she know, I was beyond upset. She embarked on a vacation, leaving me in the dark. What kind of mom vanishes and turns off her phone entirely? I couldn't help but wonder.
"What's there to talk about? Dad spilt the beans. You guys are getting divorced, and I'm the last to know," I retorted, my frustration bubbling up, my voice rising.
"Wait, what? We were going to talk to you when I got back. Your dad jumped the gun on this. He has no control over what he's thinking, telling you before," she fired back, sounding more irritated than I expected. In an attempt to prevent another blowout, I tried to soothe her.
"Mom, does it even matter at this point?" I sighed, my voice dropping low as I took a deep breath. The truth hit me, and my voice trembled, "You're getting divorced." And just like that, the tears welled up, my emotions breaking through.
"Daisy, please, let's discuss this when you're back, okay? Damian will be there too. We should have a family sit-down tonight," she suggested. Strangely, the idea of always having these intense conversations with my family made me uneasy, triggering a sense of anxiety.
After wrapping up the call, I approached Dr. Albert's office, feeling contentment washing over me. Dr. Albert had this magical way of making everything seem brighter and more manageable. As I stepped into his office, the familiar warmth enveloped me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of happiness. Dr. Albert always had a knack for making me feel better; it was like his superpower.
I pondered the complexities of our childhood, and how the things thrust upon us molded into our reality as we grew older. The baggage we inherit forms the backbone of our character, leaving us with these deep-seated wounds. It's like a puzzle we're handed without the picture on the box – we have to figure out the whole picture as we go.
It struck me like a lightning bolt, this burning question: How do I break free from what's been imposed on me and carve out a shiny, new, positive version of myself? It felt almost insurmountable, like a challenge destined to linger throughout my lifetime. When I spilt these thoughts to my psychologist, he, in his infinite wisdom, responded.
"It's a journey, my dear. We can't erase the past, but we can redefine our present and shape our future. It's about understanding, healing, and embracing the power to rewrite our narrative. You're not alone in this," he assured, his words weaving a sense of hope into the tangled threads of my thoughts.
