Obsessed

18

Two months later ➡️

These last two months have definitely been everything other than what I expected the end of the school year/summer to be like.

The main thing was that I had just recently started therapy. The night Andre came home from Walmart and saw me practically losing my mind, he suggested that it was probably best and at that point I couldn't disagree with him.

The delusions had started to become more vivid and frequent and though there was no explanation for why the house looked how it did or why nothing was taken, the delusions had stopped since I'd been in therapy leading me to believe that maybe I was crazy.

The therapist pretty much told me that it may have been guilt that I was feeling from me ending things with him the way I did and I guess she was right. I pretty much had avoided him since then so neither him or I got closure about the situation. And even though she told me it was never too late to do so, in my mind it was.

The next big thing was that Andre had less free tine for me than you'd think he would have with college coming up and trying to get himself prepared. He also had less time than usual due to him starting school the month before he's usually used to starting which meant his summer break was shorter than mine would be.

I was grateful that he wasn't going to college too far and that he had recently got a car of his own so he would at least be able to visit on some weekends.

Another kind of major thing was that Aaron and I had just recently started speaking again. I decided to reach out because the therapist told me that maybe I was overreacting and if he hadn't given me any reason to question him before than this shouldn't be a big thing.

She was right because Aaron and I were always blatantly honest with one another, but I don't know why this time I was even more hurt. Luckily, he was accepting and took me back with open arms. We talked about it and were able to pick up our friendship right where it left off and I was grateful for that.

"Okay Jalen, do you have any questions for me?" Dr. Carson asked me.

"Uh, yeah...it's unrelated, but I've kinda always wanted to ask? What made you want to become an..uh..a therapist?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh, umm...well I was an education major in college with a minor in psychology. I used to be an elementary school teacher up until about 10-11 years ago. My son suffers from bipolar disorder and I found that I was very good at talking him through his bipolar stages. I found myself liking that more than teaching and being that I had a psychology minor, it wasn't too hard to find a job in this field.

I felt that it was my duty to use my skill and help young people through their problems because I know how tough it can be battling these things at a young age and it's just something that is kind of personal to me. I'm probably rambling now" she chuckled as she wiped a tear from her eye.

I could tell that she was very passionate about this and that made me smile. I still wasn't 100% sure what I wanted to major in in college or if I even wanted to go, but her story was very inspiring.

I didn't have anything to say so I only smiled before telling her thank you and getting up.

"Well I guess that concludes our session for today" she said before standing up to come shake my hand.

I, instead, pulled her in for a light hug. She was hesitant at first, but then she hugged me back. I don't know what made me do that, but I just felt that she could use it at the moment.