A month ago
"Hi! I'm Cathy, you're name iiiss" She turns a lot of pages trying to find my name, I'm not a walk-in patient so she should already have my file on the top of her clipboard.
"I-I'm sorry, I think I misplaced your filled-up form, your name is?"
"Cam"
"Cam?"
"Just Cam" Try finding my filled-up form, you'll know I'm lying
"Oh, okay, I'm Cathy"
"You said that already"
"Right, I-I'm sorry, I'm not used to this, so uhmm, Cam, how are you?"
Of course, I'm not okay, I wouldn't be here if I was. This is pointless, she's the first therapist that I visited in my life and I get that kind of greeting, not a good experience.
"You know what? I'll give you a lifetime to find my filled-up form and think about why I'm going to walk out of this bright-colored room. Seriously, the room sucks" I stood up and left her dumb-founded. I think I'm older than her.
I just went home and cleaned up my apartment. I also thought about going to another therapist next week, maybe I'll get something out of it.
Shouldn't have assumed though
Second therapist
"Hi! How are you feeling?" I haven't had sleep in two days and it looks pretty obvious, useless again.
Third therapist
"I-Im sorry I forgot my glasses, are you a girl or a boy?" I thought when you're older, you're wiser. But in reality, when you're older, you're blinder.
Fourth therapist
I'm not going to go into details on how I played the fourth therapist. He's a guy, sexist and a racist. But I do wonder how he was able to get a PRC with his attitude.
Fifth therapist
"Miss Sophie? Did you know?" Am I back in pre-school?
On my way back home, I want to lose hope. I want to give up. But every time I sit on my couch in the middle of the room, the feeling of someone beside me, pushing me to try again never fails to make me go out again and try. A few days passed, I spent them working on my part-time jobs. It keeps my bills paid and my belly somehow full.
It's 8PM and I'm on my way home, but then I noticed a sign that says it's a clinic for therapy and a name under it, "Dr. Courtney-", I haven't seen this clinic before, weird. All of my therapy sessions after the first one were all walk-ins, maybe I should make an appointment this time. I went inside and it looks different than the ones that I visited. I approached the woman with a nametag "Cindy"
"Good evening! Would you like to make an appointment?"
"Uhh, yes"
"How long?"
"How much?"
"We charge 100 dollars per session but you'll get some discounts when you become a regular" I'm not that rich, I barely make 200 dollars a day
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