MAYA
I was pissed off at her. I was visiting her religiously for my treatment for five years and yet I had no improvement in my health. In fact, I had started to feel worse and that was extremely frustrating to me.
"Maya! Calm down, dear. You're getting pissed off for no such reason. We have to be patient with the treatment as yours is such a unique case and we have no idea how it gets triggered," Claire tried to calm me down but to be honest, I was just done with her shit.
"Oh! Shut up," I rolled my eyes as I got up from my seat.
"You know what, I am done. I am done with you and I am done with all this. I just can'take it anymore if there's zero progress," I responded in frustration.
And then, I walked out of the room. My anger and frustration were getting the better of me.
I got into my car and then drove towards my gym, I needed to vent out and I could find no better way than working out to vent all of my frustration. I needed to lift the shit out of those cold iron plates.
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