My Titanic Story

Therapy

Picture of Maria^^^^^

"So Faith, you tell me you have not been sleeping the greatest?" Dr. Wright asks me sitting in her desk and me sitting in a black leather chair across from her.

I nod well looking out the big window. It's not my first time coming to Dr. Wright but it still feelings like it. All she wants me to do is talk about...it and that's the last thing I want to do.

Chill your acting like a fifteen year old!

"And why do you think that is?" She presses and I finally turn to look at her.

"Because no matter if it's been 10 years I still see their faces every fucking time I close my eyes" I didnt mean to swear but all Dr. Wright does is write something down on her little notepad before fixing me with a look. Not a mean one but a concerned one.

"Something you have went through is a hard thing to deal with but I promise you it will get better, what's happening to you is perfectly normal" She says in a calming voice but it does the opposite to me.

"Then why am I talking to you?" I dont mean to sound rude but it still comes out like that.

"People that have went through traumatic situations like yourself find it easier to talk to someone they dont know as well as someone they do know, like your husband"

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"I miss them so much" I whisper.

"Tell me about them, that may help you" She says in a sincere voice.

Can you? Its been so long since I actaully told someone about my family even Blake I try to leave out major details about them because they are mine only mine.

"I..i cant" I lurch out of my chair and grab my purse before I race out of her office ignoring her calls.

Breath. Breath. In. Out. In. Out.

I'm crying before I slam the door closed of my car.

"Why are you gone" I sob with my hand over my mouth.

A knock on my car startles a scream for me only for me to realize its Gwen.