Mandy
“Do you really think I'm ready?"
Dr. Crawford looks at me, her gaze intense and strong, almost feeling like it sees through the clothes I'm wearing. “Doesn't matter what I think, Mandy. Do you think you're ready?"
But it does matter what she thinks. She's the one who's given me the tools to try and live my life the way it's supposed to be lived. I'm no longer dwelling on the past and wondering about the what if's. Instead, I'm enjoying the right now's.
“I think so, but I've thought this before too. What if I get in a situation I can't handle?"
“Then you do all the exercises we've discussed. Your deep breathing, writing things out, thinking things through before you speak, and if that still doesn't help, then you call me. I'll be here whenever you need me, Mandy. I don't give up
