Broken in the head.
Step inside my head
See how much I see
Feel how much I feel
Just this once I will...
Show you something good.
It wasn't like the last time, when he was told to try to save himself. This was different, his job related on these sessions. This was him trying to save his job and family.
When he barged into her office, it was nothing like he imagined. There wasn't an oldish, moody woman sitting and already waiting for him. A book full of tricks, to get into his head.
But the person in front of him was young, her sudden smile was friendly. Opposite of someone who he thought would be working here - In the Pentagon.
He would find out later that she had already known everything about him back then.
It was her face he saw when he woke up. The vision was blurry, but he could feel her presence. Careful and worried, which made him oddly feel better, comfortable. As often as he resisted her being at his side, it made him feel save, so save that he fell into a slumber again.
He had learned within the years that she wasn't like any psychologist. She didn't make him feel like every thought he had was wrong; there was no time for over thinking and feeling; he had no reason to feel the way he did. She made it clear, within all these moments and with all these gestures that he was in charge of what he felt. He could control it, he was allowed to feel and talk to her about it. Most importantly, she was there with every step.
Because back then she had diagnosed him broken in the head.
A/N: Hello! This is based on an experience I made today, so it just floated out of my fingers, onto screen. It's nice to see some of you still being active here. Thank you all for this.
