With Love, Silvia. [✔️]

Chapter 10 Therapy in a library

When I got home I went straight to my room, or Emma's room, and stayed there for 4 hours. Erica finally came in and stood at the door. I rolled over on my mattress to face her.

"Get up lazy bones." She said taping her foot.

I groaned and buried myself in my comforter.

"Now, and I mean it. You have an appointment today." She said taking off my blanket.

"Appointment?" I asked confused.

"I signed you up for a group therapy meeting that helps girls like you cope with loss of loved ones." Erica said throwing Mom's jacket to me.

"Put this on, it's cold out there." She said.

What? I didn't need group therapy! Well, I guess I did, but I didn't want to go. But I knew Erica was feisty and wouldn't back down. So I grumbled and put the jacket on.

"I never said I needed therapy." I grouched following Erica out the door.

"You didn't have to. Iris swung by while you were making yourself a human cocoon, and told me about her friend Anika, and how you broke down in English class. I knew you were already depressed about your mom, so I signed you up. Actually, I signed you up last week, but this gave me a good way to explain why you need it." Erica said as we walked downstairs.

"Iris told you?" I asked.

"Yea, she sounded worried." Erica said grabbing her keys and leading me out the door. Rodger was on the family room couch playing his Nintendo DS rolling his eyes.

We rode in silence once again, and arrived at a library.

"We are having a therapy meeting in the library?" I asked disgusted.

"Yep." Erica said ignoring my obvious resentment to the idea.

We walked up to the library and found the group in the main lobby. A lady who was only skin and bones stood with a clipboard in her hands. She was tall, with deep brown hair and a deep purple shirt. She wore black dress pants and silver dangly earrings. She beamed as Erica walked up to her with me.

"You must be Silvia!" She said sticking out her hand for me to shake. I did and looked down at my feet as she told me to sit in the meeting room with the other girls and get to know them. Erica patted me on the back and continued to talk to the therapist.

I entered the room and saw 5 girls sitting around a long conference table. No one was conversing, so I sat in one of the chairs silently. Our therapist came in with her happy face and clipboard.

"Hello ladies!" She said. I barely even shed a small smile.

"Welcome to my group therapy counseling. Let's get to know each other, state your name and why you are here." She said sitting at the head of the table.

"I'll start. My name is Giana, and I am here to help all of you." She said still smiling. Geez, we were depressed and sad, we didn't need a big happy lady making us talk about what caused us to be here...

The girl next to her said in a depressed sad voice.

"I'm Taryn Ritz, and I lost my brother to cancer last month." Taryn stated and looked at the table. The other girls took their turns as well.

"I'm Bethany Frost and my mom died in a car accident..."

"My name's Marilyn Troupe and my sister was killed in a plane crash."

"The name's Kylee Mclilly and my Dad was lost in a battle at war."

"I'm Carrie Cruize and my pet turtle passed away." (everyone was stunned when she announced that..)

Then, it was my turn.

"Hi, I'm Silvia Track and I lost both of my parents. Dad decided missing in at war when I was young, and my mom was killed in the line of duty trying to arrest a kidnapper." I said as everyone looked at me in awe.

"Ok, great. Now, does anyone do something to help their pain recede when they feel sad?" Giana asked.

I meekly said,

"Journaling helps me."

"That is a great way! Anyone else?" Giana said beaming.

"I paint nature scenery." Marilyn said.

"Both great ways to cope. But another way to help is to talk with others that are facing similar struggles like you." Giana said and launched into a whole thing of the importance of friends to lean on, and getting your worries out. Before I knew it the session was over.

Erica picked me up in her car and asked how it went. I told her that it was good, great actually. I saw her overflow with happiness. My problems may not have been fixed yet, but I had a taken a small step to recovery already.