“Sometimes we think we are healed until we meet our trigger” my therapist rambles for the umpteenth time. I just sat in her office feeling lost. I had drifted off the conversation innumerable times that I could no longer keep track of what was being said.
“All you have to do is face your fears, head on.” She continued. So much for therapy and all that shenanigans. breathe in, breathe out, shake your body, you’re happy, healthy affirmations etcetera but the minute I see the one person that pushed me into this therapy in the first place, all traces of healing leaves. I look so shabby and sick today. I turned down a shoot session today because of how unruly I looked. I even skipped gym this morning, which was unlike me.
“Whenever you see him again, have a civil conversation with him. Decide
