My thoughts spin round and round as I try to grab hold of just one. Finally it happens, I collect my muddled thoughts and find the most obvious and depressing of all. “It’s been 2 years. 2 whole agonizing, tormenting years and absolutely nothing has changed. I'm still the same person I was when I started, still the same pain filled, troubled girl everyone looks at every time I walk by.”
Suzanne, my therapist instantly rebutted my point. “Now that’s not true, come on! You’re already at step two in your recovery process. Believe it or not that is a lot quicker then most of my patients.”
“Step two is only one step away from square one. Complete and utter nothing."
Suzanne continued rambling on as she does, in attempt to convince me that I’m doing well and that I’m going to get better. Which both her and I know will never be a realistic future.
Not that I don't enjoy and appreciate what she has done for me, even though she is new, it's good to have a fresh breath of air and to have someone from the rare species of people that believe in me around. Well actually she is the only one who believes I will get better, even though it may not be a quick, short-term process, I'll get there. Although, there is my sister.
"Oh no, hear it comes, i can't help it" I screamed. I feel the unpleasant rush of memories come flooding back in my mind urging me to remember that horrfic day. The gut wrenching smoke clogging my lungs, the burning embers drifting in the air fogging my sight, the fire surrounding me smothering me with its scorching flames and that sickening feeling of knowing that I'm going to die and my Dad saving me at the cost of his own life, the last time I ever saw his face ever again. So I try to hold back but the worst part is... I can't stop it.
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Overcome
AdventureShe had a traumatic experience that changed her life. One that she probably won't ever recover from… or forget.
