there was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
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Nicolas Hunter
There are many days remaining until the next one.
Days turned into weeks as I tried to get my mind together. I was struggling even with the therapist. I mean, she was trying her hardest to help me.
But it felt like nothing was left of me. The Duloxetine did work, but so did the side effects. My anxiety had me in a chokehold.
Sitting inside my father's indoor porch with Evelyn sitting across from me. The Louisiana heat was sticking to my skin even with the ceiling fan offering a little relief.
The cicadas outside provided a constant buzz, adding to the overall feeling of sweltering heat.
I fanned myself with a magazine, wishing for a breeze to come through and cool me down. Evelyn's face was glistening with sweat. I could see she was just as uncomfortable as I was.
The only reason we were out here was because the air conditioning wasn't working. Hopefully, Terry will be able to get it up and running.
"Have you made any progress with the exercises we've discussed?" Evelyn inquired, taking notes while she waited for my input.
"I managed to make it to the front door and out here, but that's as far as I could push myself," I admitted. I was hesitant and unsure about being completely honest, as I didn't want to end up in a facility.
"Well, that's a positive step," Evelyn reassured me. "Progress is progress, no matter how small. Just take it one day at a time and go at your own pace." Miss Evelyn said, smiling.
"Let's continue with the work from last week," Evelyn suggested, looking for my confirmation. I nodded in agreement and took a moment to center myself before following her guidance.
I want you to see yourself in that place, Evelyn said calmly. I nodded sure, as I let my mind wander to that. It's like I could still feel and smell everything.
"Take a deep breath," Evelyn spoke softly as I did what she intended.
What do you remember from that night? She asked.
"I recall the sharp sensation of the wooden fragments digging into my bare skin.
The scent of my blood mingled with the earth turning my stomach.
The cold, harsh air sent shivers down my spine, exacerbating the pain coursing through my body. My heart raced, anxiety building within me like a storm on the horizon.
"Take a deep breath," Evelyn's soothing voice reached me, her hand comforting mine.
I tried to focus on my breath, to calm the storm raging inside me.
"What happened that night wasn't your fault." Evelyn's words were a lifeline in the darkness, guiding me back to reality.
"We'll get through this together. You fought, you survived. Because of you, you made it through that night." Her words were like a balm to my wounded soul.
