Doctor Evelyn didn’t waste any time as we started the therapy.
She brought me to a room which smelled like antiseptic and lavender, a combination that I somehow didn’t like, but at the same time, it felt refreshing.
“You don’t like the smell?” asked Evelyn upon noticing my expression. “The scent helped ground patients during withdrawal. I know that it will feel shitty at first, especially because of the drug, but I promise, it will fade.”
I only nodded in response.
I wasn’t even sure if it worked. She had only let me stay in the room, inhale the scent, and made me answer some questions, something related to my past and my current condition.
Like what Evelyn said, it felt shitty.
My body felt like it was betraying me, trembling one moment and feeling like it’s burning the next, as if
