After he closed the door I looked at Mr Rohand. "Is it okay, when I call you Jack, or do you prefer Mister Barakat?", he asked me, while taking a chair to sit next to my bed. "Jack", I said quietly, getting nervous. I've never spoken to a therapist before and I didn't want to. Actually I thought I couldn't speak to him. I can't talk about my feelings or why I did ... certain things to myself and well, I didn't want to.
Suddenly I felt so stupid, because the actual reason I started having depression was Alex – or me being in love with him, but thinking that could never happen. And now I had found out he liked me back, so everything should be alright, shouldn't it?
But I knew it didn't work like that. I was still depressed. This one kiss and that one confession couldn't heal a mental illness. It could maybe help me to stop cutting or in general help me, but not heal me. The depression was too deep into me already. I hadn't only been anxious about seeing Alex, I kind of developed a social anxiety and an anxiety before exams – which kind of caused the anxiety of the future. It just invaded every part in my life. I had barely eaten, barely smiled and barely talked for some months, and I couldn't just start new like I had acted before everything, could I?
"Jack, what are you thinking about?"; Mr Rohand pulled me out of my thoughts. This was like my worst nightmare. Okay, no it wasn't, but I had absolutely no idea what to say. "Uhm ... everything?", I tried. "Hmm... Maybe we should start from the beginning", he nodded, thinking, "so, have ever been to a therapist before?" I just shook my head. "Then it might be a little weird and maybe uncomfortable, right?" I nodded. "You know you don't have to answer everything, but I need to know as much about your life as possible to find the cause of your depression and the best therapy or medication."
Great. I knew why I got depression, and I didn't want medication. "But maybe we should start with a little small talk, to get to know each other, because I know it's difficult to tell ... well ... secrets to a stranger. We could talk about your hobbies. What do you like to do?"
Well, what did I like? Lying in bed and crying my eyes out to sad music? Yeah, I should totally say that... "Maybe listening to music or playing the guitar?" It was more a question than an answer. "Maybe?", he asked. "Yeah, well, that are actually the only things I do all day, except for going to school of course, but I really don't know if I like to do that, because I don't have anything else to do. Well, I kind of don't want to do anything else, I guess." Did I really just say that? Hmm... but that was right.
"So you mean, you got ... bored of things you used to do or things that you liked to do?" I had to think about that. At first I was just afraid to do some things – like hanging around my best friends. It was the constant fear that they would notice me being gay. Why was I even afraid of that? They were my friends – they should accept that, or at least try to tolerate it, right? Or it was because of me being in love with my best friend. I don't know ... I just ... don't know.
Mr Rohand looked at me with questioning eyes. "Uhm ... sorry. I ... had to think about that...", I said. "No problem, take your time. Actually it will help you more than me telling you strange hypotheses about why you might have depression." I nodded my head. "So, I think first I was afraid of doing the things I liked, I guess – and I still am." I took a breath. "But today kind of changed my whole situation and ..." I ran my hand through my hair, thinking of what to say. I decided to just start from the beginning. I suddenly didn't care about whom I was talking to or at least not about that he was technically a stranger to me. He was a therapist, right? He was bound to professional discretion, wasn't he?
"Well, I think I have to just tell my whole story and why I think I got depression and anxiety. You're not going to tell my parents, are you?"; I asked worried. "No, of course not. Only you decide what you want to tell your parents. I won't tell anyone, except for when you want me to", he reassured me. "Okay", I took a deep breath, "it all started with getting those dreams. About me and my best friend kissing. First I was confused. Then I found out I liked those dreams. And then I found out that it would never happen in reality, and that I'd probably get judged if I came out as being gay. So I distanced myself from everyone, and got kind of anti-social. I had to think about it all the time. I forgot to eat – and I wasn't hungry – I just ate when my mum kind of forced me to. I ... I started to live in my own world." I didn't know how to go on. Actually that was my story. In abridgement.
He nodded in understanding. "Hmm... And I guess the boy was your best friend, right?" I nodded, blushing. "And he told you that he has the same feelings for you?" "Yes. But I know this can't just make the depression go away, but I believe he can and will help me through it." Mr Rohand smiled. "Nevertheless I want you to take some medication – only if you fully agree. It would be worth a try. What do you think?" I slowly nodded my head. "And I would like you to go to a therapist once a week." "Can't I just do it with you?"; I asked – I kind of liked him. "This is indeed possible, but you'd have to come to the hospital, because I solely work here." "That is no problem – I hope", I added. "With the next meal you will get your medication and I'll write you a prescription for it. You take one pill in the morning. And you should eat something before or after."
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True Colours - But A Daydream Away (Jalex)
FanfictionJack keeps having those dreams about him and his best friend Alex kissing. He figures out that it is the one thing he really wants to happen, but probably never will. [This story is also on Quotev.]