The next few days was the same, I repeated the same pattern every morning. Waking up early, sitting at my desk and working on school work then lunch and finally therapy, the only thing I actually looked forward to.
Jesse and I had gotten to talking a lot more, okay, I started talking more which Jesse said was a major improvement on my part. I'd told him some parts of what happened that day that I could remember but each time the topic of mum was brought up, I'd always find a way to diverge from it and talk about something else. I wasn't ready to talk about her or how she used and still treats me. And I wasn't sure if I'd be able to talk about any time soon.
I sighed and looked out the window, it was close to 7pm and I was holed up in my room as usual. Today's session involved diving deep
