Dr Lawrence is sitting in her black leather chair as I enter her office. Her notepad in hand, it appears that she's very ready to start this session. I'm not, not at all. She wants me to talk to her about my past. Even though it's one of the reasons why I even started going to therapy in the first place I'm still not wanting to dive deeply into it. My experiences have always just been my own, there has been very little that has been shared with other people. So to have a stranger to listen to my experiences and begin to dissect them is kind of a scary concept for me. But I know it has to be done.
"Good morning Amelia, lovely to see you again" She greets me warmly as I place my backpack on the floor beside me and place my phone onto silent mode.
"You too" I reply. She starts to write st
