Here's the first chapter of My Saving Grace. Tell me if you like it/want to see it continued!
"I can't live with you, or without you." Ever heard that saying?Yeah, well, it pretty much sums up my entire life. I'm twenty-four years old, have
friends who've abandoned me, a family who've disowned me, and a job that is systematically eating my dreams and self-confidence.
Sounds fun, huh?
The most positive relationship in my life, other than the ones I share with inanimate objects such as my bed, chocolate and my punching bag, is
with my goddamned shrink.
I hate him. With a passion. He frustrates the shit out of me every time I go to see him, which is twice a week, every week. We couldn't be more
different and there have been many times where the whole hour involves me shouting at him and him replying in a infuriatingly, maddeningly calm
voice capable of shooting my arguments to pieces, forcing me to see the truth. He's everything I'm not. Successful, confident, caring, logical. I hate
him because he scares me. Because he sees me for who I really am, and can peel back my layers, shatter my defenses with simply a look or a few
words.
But mostly I can't stand him because of my pride. I owe him everything that I have, and then some. Without him I would be surely dead. He doesn't
even charge me for the time he spends listening-rather, arguing-with me, I think I'm some pet project of his, a toy he seems to think he can fix. He
found me at my darkest point and is slowly lifting me back out of the black. He is the reason I am alive today. He is what brings hope and light to
my dark life, the only person who can bring back my goodness, convince me that I am worthwhile. He is my saving grace.
So there you have it. Worth continuing? Like it, love it, hate it? Let me know; constructive critisism & feedback very welcome.
Em xx