Dear Journal,
A new therapist has arrived at our doorstep, and I’m hiding behind the stairwell. My mother is offering her a cup of tea, and now they are chatting amongst themselves. Here is what I could pick up:
“So, how is your daughter doing?” The therapist asked.
“Not too well…” Mum answered, cupping her face.
“I see. How’s her behavior?”
“Rather frightening... She won't eat nor will she sleep, no matter how much I beg her to.I can't blame her though, it's all my fault that she has been through so much.”
“No, you didn't do anything wrong at all but Laura experiencing something like this at her age is going to haunt her…”
“That’s not helping…” She sighed.
“Sorry, just letting you know.”
“Letting me know? Listen here, I know plenty about what is going on with her. She’s my daughter for god’s sake.”
“Then, you wouldn’t need me, would you?” She tapped her fingers on her clipboard.
“You’re not even here to help us, are you? You’re just going to ask mindless questions that won’t help at all so you can get paid and just leave.”
The therapist looked like she was just smacked across the face. “O-of course not, I’m here to help.”
“Fine, then help.” She muttered.
Mother just called my name to come downstairs, but I really didn’t want to. It wasn’t going to help. It wasn’t going to clear these thoughts in my head. These thoughts that were devouring me, my insanity. Well, Journal, I shall meet with this therapist, I doubt she will help though.
No one can.
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