NOVAIt had been a long, exhausting day and just when I thought I could finally be left alone, I was forced to sit in a room with a therapist. She kept asking questions, trying to dig into my life like she had the right to know everything. But I didn’t fall for it. I gave her short, straight answers when I could, and other times I just stared at her without saying a word. She kept pushing like she was trying to break through some wall, but I wasn’t going to let her in.I didn’t understand therapy. I still don’t.How is talking about something you’ve tried so hard to bury supposed to help?It doesn’t heal you, it just tears everything open again. Makes the pain feel brand new, like it never left in the first place.It’s like picking at a wound that was finally starting to scab over.“We can't make progress if you are unwilling to open up,” she said, adjusting her glass frame that rested on the tip of her nose.“I am just trying to help here,” she said closing the notepad she had been s
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