Gia, a savvy Jamaican, finds herself drawn to Nile, a rising young artist. Their journey through challenges and love unfolds with a slow burn, infused with satirical humor, as they navigate their own challenges as well as their budding romance again...
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📍Sex Revolutionary Therapy Centre 53 Molynes Rd, Kingston, JA.
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SEBASTIAN BAILEY 'Bash'
I took a deep breath before opening the door to the therapist's office. The waiting room was quiet and beavily air conditioned making the room chilly, and music played softly in the background. I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and anxious. This was new territory for me, and I wasn't sure what to expect.
Mi feel like wah ediat bredda. Mi a pray to God nobody nuh see mi a da place yah.
As I waited in the hallway, I overheard my soon-to-be therapist, Dr. Thompson, talking to another patient. Their conversation was intense and was certainly filled with embarrassing revelations.
"It's mortifying," the patient confessed. "I have this uncontrollable urge to watch porn videos all the time. It's affecting my work and my relationship."
Bloodclaat Now!
Dr. Thompson responded with a calm, steady voice. "It's important to understand that compulsive behaviors like this often have deeper roots. Have you noticed when these urges are strongest?"
The patient sighed heavily. "Usually when I'm stressed or anxious. But it's gotten to the point where I can't focus on anything else. My partner doesn't know, and I'm terrified of what they'd think."
Dr. Thompson reassured, "Acknowledging the problem is a significant first step. We'll work together to uncover the underlying causes and develop strategies to manage these urges. For now, just stay calm and try to resist the urge tell me all about your experience at our next session."
I turned my face away swiftly as the door opened and the female patient left.
"Sebastian?" a gentle voice called. I looked up to see a woman in her late thirties, with a warm smile and kind eyes. "I'm Dr. Thompson. Please, come in."
I followed her into a room with ash-grey chairs and bland decor, made up of mostly whites and greys. She gestured for me to sit, and I took a seat, trying to steady my nerves.
