Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Twenty Four.

Aria's pov;

Private personalized patient file.

Number of session: No3

Date: January 16th 2017

Client name: Aria C. Thomas.

Date of birth: June 18th 1994

Client ID: 372

Type of problem: Depression (unconfirmed, unconfirmed type)

History of problem: Usage of SSRI and Tricyclic Antidepressants for three months. Nightmares. Insomnia.

Present day effects: Nightmares. Heavy case of insomnia.

Additional information: Creative.

"Hello, Aria. Third session today, isn't it?" Dr. Eleanor smiled at me.

"Yeah, almost a month" I said.

"And how do you feel?" She asked.

"I honestly don't know. I feel a bit lost and unmotivated. I was supposed to meet with one of my classmates for this one project we have to work together for, but I always said I couldn't make it or I would ignore him. I would even lie to him that I was working on it at home. My nightmares are getting worse, and I feel like I'm reliving every moment of that day. And it sucks. I feel so awful about myself, about my body, about everything" I said.

"Do you think you will be able to talk to me about your nightmares? Or how they started? I know this is a lot to ask, but it is really important for me to understand what you need and how I can help you. Imagine me as your friend. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Okay?" She asked me.

"Okay" I took a deep breath.

I needed this, I needed to talk to her about it. If I wanted to help myself, help my grades and help others have a more quiet life with me in it, I needed to let her help me. I needed to let a stranger in. And maybe letting a stranger in, is better than letting someone close to me in.

I talked to her about everything, thoroughly. I told her how it all started, how I started having nightmares and how I ended up getting medicine in the first place. It was too much for me to handle, but I did it, I told her all of it. All about it until today. All about how I feel and how it affects the people around me.

The problem with the people around me is, that even if I try to make it right, I screw it all up again after a while, and I can't control that. I do things that I don't mean, I say things that I don't mean and hurt people. That's why I'm not good for anyone.

Towards the end of our session, she told me she found a way to help me. "Look. I think that one of the solutions for you is to start taking Tricyclic Antidepressants again. You told me before that you felt like they helped you. But, I don't only want you to do that. Because for you, one of the side effects of the medicine, is weight gain, I need you to start exercising. Not on your own. You can join a gym, start a sport of some sort or even get a personal trainer. I can even recommend you a few options that I am familiar with. Also, surround yourself with people that make you happy. I believe in you, and I know you can do it. It might seem hard, but once you start believing in yourself, you will see the results. I know this sounds like a pile of lies to you, but it will all be better in the end" 

My next stop was the pharmacy. With my prescription of the pills, I walked inside the store. There was a man and a mother with her child there already, looking around, so I made my way to the register.