“I cried the other day,” I said as I sat on the familiar blue couch, fidgeting with my shirt sleeve, forcing myself once again to look towards my therapist sitting across from me.
The usually passive, blank face she tries to maintain slipped for a second as the tiniest smile broke loose before she was able to reign it back in. “You did?
and how did that feel?” I just shrugged and stared at the ground, my own personal code telling her that I wasn’t going to verbally answer.
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