Amelia"The mind is like a garden, Amelia," Dr. Lydia, who sat beside me said. Her soft voice was supposed to be comforting, I suppose, but it only made me bored and sleepy."If you plant the right seeds and tend it regularly, it flourishes. But when trauma is left unattended, weeds take over, choking out all healthy thoughts."I yawned, loud enough that it made the psychologist stop talking for a brief second. I didn’t miss the way her pen paused on the notepad in her lap, the way her perfectly glossed lips pressed together before she turned to me, her eyes calm but slightly irritated.I blinked slowly, my eyes wandering to the clock on the wall. Only fifteen minutes had passed? Great. Another forty-five minutes of this torture."Is there something you’d like to share, Amelia?" she asked, setting her notepad aside slightly.I shook my head, adjusting the throw pillow behind me. "No. Please continue, Dr. Lydia."Dr. Lydia smiled a little, a gentle, understanding look that made my skin
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