There are two things you can do for depression.
1. Something
2. Nothing
Two choices and neither one is easier than the other. If you do something you are admitting to everyone you have a problem. If you do nothing you have dug your grave and are waiting to be buried.
Everyone in Cleo’s group had decided to do something on their own – well maybe with a little shove from a loved one or specialist—but they chose to be here.
Avery chose this over being stuck in the mental ward of the hospital. Felix chose this over being in an institution. Mason was here because he was tired of being depressed. Bria was here… I don’t know why. And me… well I was here by force. I didn’t choose to be in group therapy, I didn’t choose to be anywhere. I had chosen to be dead, and when that choice didn’t work out, I stopped making any types of decisions.
The first step to getting over depression: do something about it.
“It’s Wednesday, y’all!” Cleo beamed. “You know what that means?”
“Only one session left until the weekend?” Avery mumbled, filing her nails.
“Yes and no,” Cleo replied, brushing off Avery’s comment. “We are going on a field trip! And not to the café this time.”
“Really?” Avery asked, her voice filled with fake excitement. “Remember how well the last field trip turned out?”
“It’s only because you ruined it,” Mason muttered.
“What did you say, asswipe?” Avery practically shouted, whirling on Mason and dropping her nail file.
“You heard me,” he said meeting her gaze, not backing down.
They stared off for a few minutes before Cleo broke the tension with a loud excited clap and squeal.
“Since you are all dying to know where we are going, I’ll tell you!”
Mason and Avery dragged their gazes away from each other and stared and Cleo, eyebrows arched. Bria rubbed her arms, and Felix tapped his foot anxiously.
“Drum roll, please!” Cleo shouted.
Wiley half-heartedly clapped his hands along his thighs, no one else joined him though.
“We’re going to the music store!” Cleo smiled. “Y’all will love it there. Lots of music, lots of space and lots of time to think. My good friend Willy owns the store and is going to help us out in getting ready for our final exercise happening in a few weeks. Isn’t that great?”
Everyone was quiet, staring at Cleo’s face which seemed to be frozen in its excited look.
“They still have music stores?”
And then Mason began to yell at Avery and she shouted back and then things were being thrown…
***
After Wiley and Cleo had broke up the fight between Mason and Avery, we silently left the practice and piled into the van. No arguments were made about who was going to sit where, since Cleo and Wiley had decided to label each seat in the van to prevent further arguments. Avery made a comment about it seeming like a dictatorship, but she was ignored.
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Falling Colors
Teen Fiction"The unfixable; the shattered; the torn; the broken. They all come here. It's my job to remake them, because once its broken there is no going back to the way it was. It must be remade." Six individuals. Six unique stories. Five exercises. One...
