zigginah

Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

It's been two weeks since I started therapy. I mean you can't say therapy is good because it ain't. Having someone get into your thoughts . As I walk to my session today I'm numb to everything . The only sounds I hear are of my feet as I walk on the pavements.   


I reach the coffee shop and order two coffees one for me and one for Nancy my therapist. I pay for the coffee  and make my way to the office. I knock on the door and as always she tells me to enter . I open the door and enter as I give her the coffee.


"I can see that so anything you want to share with me today?"she asks.


"Well for starters I get mad pretty fast and sometimes am just sad for no apparent reason",I say.


"When you're angry are you violent , do you hit something or someone for the anger to subside?"she asks.


27.Me.