Still Unfabulous 🌌

CHAPTER 2: DEPRESSION "I'm suprised you're here." "Well that's a shitty way of greeting your client doc." Ugh. So maybe I deserve that. I've bailed on my therapy sessions for the past two weeks ( I was busy!) and maybe I forgot to give Dr. Siya a heads up. Maybe. She gives me this pointed look, like I should know better and fuck okay, I should. "I'm sorry." She nods. This lady right here my friends is a woman of few words. "Why?" She asks "Why, what?"  She gives me the look again. God I hate this. "I was busy." "Okay." Silence.  She looks at me and I look at her and now it's a matter of who's going to look away first.  I try, but it's me. I get up from my place on the settee and at first I think I'll leave, but then I just end up pacing the office, nervous all of a sudden with a kind of panic growing in my chest. I turn to face her. "I wasn't busy," i start, "I w...

CHAPTER 1: Discovery.   I don't know why I'm here.   That's the truth.   I can't really say that I know what moved me to come to this side of town, to sit in front of the assessing gaze of this therapist, whose name I did not bother to remember. I’m tempted to leave, but I don’t want to be rude.   “Good morning,” She says, “ I’m Dr. Siya . Would you like to introduce yourse lf?” T hat’s a funny question.   “Freda.” I plan to say as little as possible today.   “No last name?”   “No, just Freda.”   She leans back on her settee, and again gives me that assessing look. I’ve decided that I don’t like it.   “What brings you here today?”   “I don’t know.” It’s true, I really don’t .   “You don’t know?” She doesn’t ask the question like she thinks I'm stupid , which is good, but it makes me feel stupid anyways .   I just shake my head.   “Okay.” She sets down her glasses, and shuffles some papers on her table ...