It had been a long time since I had seen Dr. Sherman. My issues were not under control by any means, but with everything going on in my life, I just did not seem to have the time for psychiatric appointments. Hiding from assassins and running my own business did not really allow me the opportunity for self-care.
The time had come to make time.
Only two days after my fight with Andrew, I found myself in Dr. Sherman’s office, lying down on her couch. At the beginning of the appointment, I had tried to insist that I could sit up, but Dr. Sherman could tell that something was making me really angry and thought that lying down would help me to relax. So far, it seemed to be working.
“It’s good to see you after so much time,” Dr. Sherman said. “What brings you back? How are you feeling?”
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