Chapter Sixteen
Christopher
All right—that’s three sessions down. Walking out of the therapist’s office, I realize it’s always hard to tell if I genuinely feel better about myself or if this euphoria is purely in my head. Some of the techniques he gave me today seem like common sense, but I guess it’s easier to think about solutions to other people’s problems than my own. As annoying as it has been to have to retell my battlefield experience over and over again, I understand what he’s trying to do. Plus, it feels good to finally have some solutions. Meg would definitely be proud of the progress I’ve made with this program. Maybe I should let her know that I’m on my way home. Hoisting myself into the Jeep, I dial her number and set it to speakerphone.
“Hello...Chris?”
“Hey, baby. Still
