What on earth
"With everything going on in the world, and by this she means the political unrest, global warming, job insecurity and the rising wave of Anti-vaxxers, of course, was Francesca Harold sitting in her therapist's office, anxious as ever, and not knowing what to say to the poor man? He looked close to having one of her usual panic attacks himself. Most probably because in all their sessions she had never said a word directly to him, except perhaps to greet him."
Dr. Collins started at her over the rimms of his thick, square framed glasses. Francesca knew he would purse his lips next and three... Two... One... He did. Dr. Collins also finally broke his silence, " Francesca, this is our fifth session and you still haven't referred to yourself in anything but the third person. I realise referring to yourself in first person has caused panic attacks. I would like to know how this came about. We have covered that you were in and out of Foster homes before being adopted by the Harolds. We covered the deaths of your parents and your fear of swimming or being emersed in water for long periods of time. You have adapted to your fear by referring to yourself only in the third person and it is a genius way of conveying your needs, views and opinions. However, do you really want to be reliant on this coping mechanism? If you tell me what happened right before you came to the Harolds we might be able to figure this out. Because we've spoken about everything except that Foster family. It'll have to wait until our next session though, because our time is up. We are really close to a breakthrough here, Francesca, I can feel it. But I know you aren't quite ready yet. I want you to continue your homework from last week. I'll see you next week. Bye Francesca," Francesca nodded her goodbye and scheduled her next appointment with the office's lovely secretary, Mrs Gimsbury. She was the sweetest, most mild-mannered lady Francesca had ever met. The perfect southern belle, with the accent and everything. You certainly could not remove America from Mrs Gimsbury, eventhough she had moved away to start a new life with her African husband. Fortunately, sweet southern belles were loved wherever they were. That is what Francesca wanted; to just be accepted and loved. She didn't think Dr. Collins would approve of her adopting a southern persona though. And she was accepted and she was loved. Her parents, Carla and Luis Harold had certainly loved her enough to adopt her and give her their name. They showed her everyday. But why couldn't she be okay?
