I sat at my desk, staring at the blinking cursor on my screen as I tried to write a message to Naomi.
My fingers shook slightly as I typed, "I know I’ve made mistakes, but judging me without hearing my side won’t help. I would like to meet with you in my office today." I hit send, feeling that my words were not enough as they disappeared into the digital space.
The silence in my office felt heavy and overwhelming. I could hear the clock ticking on the wall, matching my heartbeat and reminding me of my chaotic life. I am a therapist, trained to mend broken minds, yet here I am fractured. How could I guide anyone through their chaos when I'm consumed by my own storm?
My thoughts spiraled towards Naomi—her hurt, her anger when she saw me with Darian, the way she’d walked out without a wor
