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The few days i actually look toward to anymore are the 2nd and 4th Wednesday of every month, when i go talk to my shrink.

A few years ago i would laugh at the thought of spilling your feelings and thoughts out to some doctor that would say "now how does that make you feel?" over and over again.

But now, it brings me peace.  It feels like the weight of my past is being lifted off my shoulders every time i come here.

As i walk up towards the building, i already feel the good relaxing vibes. This place doesnt look like some asylum or prison, just imagine a cream building with white accents, fountains gently shooting out water, and a tan/copper trail of gravel leading to the front door, surrounded by tall dark green trees that complement the view so beautifully. Just looking at it feels welcoming.

I walk in towards the front desk and smile.

"Hello. Im D-Jefferson Tate. Im here to see Dr. Meyers."

"Jefferson Tate, Jefferson Tate." she mumbles as she types my name into the computer. "Okay Mr. Tate, i have some news. Dr. Meyers has retired. But there is a replacement ready to see you who has showed special interest in your records. She has a great history and is very successful in this job, so you're in good hands. Is that fine with you, Sir?"

Special interest? i thought. I might as well find out who this lady is.

"Uh sure." i say while shrugging my shoulders. "What's her name?"

"Her name is Dr. Mary Fulton."

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