I roll over and groan as my therapist, Rhonda, walks in. Rhonda has a angular face with a pointy chin and hollow cheeks. She has gray that stops at her jawline. She's 56 years old.
"Good morning, Kayli."
I nod in response.
Then, she tries to get me to talk about my nightmares and how they've been. She tries to get me to open up about my feelings. Worst of all, she tries to get me to talk. Talk about rather dumb things. Weather, my breakfast, dumb things like that.
She finally gives up and hands me a worksheet.
List 3 words to describe your feelings
Melancholic, Pessimistic, Listless.
Rate last night's nightmares
They never change.
Any pain today?
Everyday there's pain.
She tosses a pamphlet at me. I open it.
Support Group for Mute or Emotionally Stressed Teens.
a journey of a million steps starts with one
"You're going."
I groaned and went back to Glee.
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in reverse
General Fictionmy life is in reverse. don't believe me? that's a normal reaction when i tell people. but, i couldn't be anymore serious. it's like God missed His favorite part of my life so he rewinded it. when i was 13, i was in a car crash. i made it, my mom and...
