Amina pushed on the wall and gritted her teeth, she felt jittery, anxious. She closed her eyes and tried to follow her therapist’s advice, she took deep breaths, trying to imagine her happy place. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the image to appear but she couldn’t picture it.
She let go and wrapped her arms around her stomach, shaking her head. Her pulse beat faster, the need to take something was like a needle piercing into her nerves. She drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around them, she curled into herself, rocking as she kept chanting.
“Think of a happy place, think of a happy place.”
She kept thinking but all she saw was herself taking the white substance, all she could imagine was how it made her feel, glorious, invincible. She wanted to feel that way again, feel tha
