Chapter 22 - The Deep Hidden Scars

Sitting on a couch in a psychiatrist's office makes me feel like I’m back to how I was years ago.

It’s the same feeling with different couches and doctors.

The psychiatrist in front started to read through my medical history sent over by my previous psychiatrist Dr. Ruiz. As she goes along with her speech, I couldn’t help but zone out.

I want to listen but I feel terribly hopeless sitting on one of these couches again.

Just like my previous psychiatrists, they respected my opposition to being medicated since I haven’t acted out on my impulses. I was given more tasks to go out and be more active as a result.

As I leave the office, I can only feel empty.

“Aren’t you hot?” Jeremy asks as he looks at my shirt.

“What do you mean? I’m alright.” I said as I help Mara eat some sandwiches.

“It’s over 100 degrees out and you’re wearing long sleeves.”