Only Fools Rush In
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Last published Mon, Apr 19, 2021
Natalie goes to her first group therapy after her therapist suggested that it might help her open up to people. Two years of therapy did almost nothing and she lost hope, that is until she walked into the room and a pair of bright green eyes caught her attention.
" 'I feel like I'm going down and I can't stop it, I'm trying to desperately hold on to anything around me to stop but I'm helpless. If I crash down again I won't get up this time' Nat cried over the phone. A wave of panic woke me up in a span of seconds and by the time she finished the sentence I was already up and running towards my door.
'Please hold on! Listen to my voice and don't fall asleep, I'm on my way. Promise me you'll wait, don't leave me Nat you promised you won't leave' I almost shouted over the phone, this can't be happening we were doing so good. I thought she was happy, all the progress we've made is gone and if I don't get there in time it will be all on me."
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