Frankie left this morning, and classes went just fine today. I did homework with Maisey, and we had dinner together too. Now, Ernesto is driving me to counseling. Physically, I am getting stronger, and I would like to think that mentally and emotionally, I am as well. Still, I am going to let this session be an emotional enema, metaphorically speaking.
“Good evening, Nikki. Why don’t you come on in and have a seat?” Dr. Wolfe said as she held the door open for me.
“Thanks, Doc. Did you have a good week?” I asked as I sat in one of the chairs.
“I did, thank you. How was your week? Was there anything that you have journaled about this week that you would like to talk about today?” she asked, setting the tissues and a bottle of water on the table beside me.
“Actually, Doc, there’s a lot
