Story cover for Formula Therapist by DumbBunny2024
Formula Therapist
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    Time 28m
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    Reads 64
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    Votes 5
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
  • WpHistory
    Time 28m
Ongoing, First published May 26, 2025
Mature
Embark with Rosalie Troy and the drivers as they experience the ups and downs that racing has on mental health. this story is about formula one's first ever official therapist and follows her as she tries to connect and help the drivers. this is the first story I am publishing, and I'm relatively new at writing but please give the story a chance! I edit a lot!
π‘Ύπ’‚π’“π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ this is based off of a fictional storyline, there are some major changes made! but the story will follow the 2025 racing schedule. I do not own the cover art or any of the pictures they are just from Pinterest
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60 parts Complete Mature

Sticking around was never her intention. She just wanted to watch one race and the people around her made everything in their power to keep her there. The upside down came into her life once she accepted that job offer and started traveling around the world along with the Formula 1 teams. And it was not because the sport had its way of sucking you deep in its hellhole and bleeding you dry. It was all because of him. Because of his green eyes and his cute dimples she tried so hard to ignore and forget. "Will you stay if I tell you I love you?" she asked, her voice low and weak. He approached her and brought his hands to her cheeks. He wiped her tears with his thumbs as he held her face into his hands. "No, mon cΕ“ur. You're scared to love me, and hearing you say those words won't make me stay because I know they're not true. " (The story is a product of fiction.)