Therapists were always quick to find out the source of the problem for any person. It was a common, worldwide fact. Therapists comforted the patients with their understanding eyes as they exchange words with the relaxed patients.
Wasn't it supposed to be this way for me?
I wiggled on my seat and my fingers anxiously tapped the leather black chair as she continued to flip over my records. Thoughts of dread began to stuff up as my body had a slight shake of its own. It was like I need move, pace, just anything that included physical activity.
The atmosphere didn't make me relaxed at all. Levy would put a hand on my shaking knee to remind me to stop. I didn't notice that I bit into my fingernails until Levy lowered my hand with worry written on his face.
It was a small room that had a big
