Two months had passed since Danica last sat in the pokey office. It still smelled disconcertingly clinical despite the calm, homely decorations scattered throughout it. The pictures of peaceful seas on the walls, fluffy throw and cushions were meant to comfort those in mental distress. Yet as she awaited her appointment, unease grew in her stomach.
After numerous calls from her therapist, she'd decided it was about time she paid a visit. Going private to avoid the nightmare of the NHS referrals process seemed a great idea at the time, but it was costly – at least, that was the excuse Danica gave. In reality, she'd grown tired of visiting to only be told that she wasn't making any progress, wasn't completing the 'tasks' given as expected, and would be prescribed a further few months of the
