The therapy session

I walk in. The doctor askes how am I doing? I reply with an "I'm good." She asks me what I have done this week to be productive. I tell her… homework, cleaning, reorganizing my bookshelf, and drawings of new buildings… plus Starbucks.

She laughs at my last remark. Then she asks what I have done to be productive towards recovery. I think in my head, well I think everything I told you was good enough, but I don't say that. I say stuff like "well, I haven't just laid in bed and I haven't done any self-harm. Plus I went to school even though I got a panic attack because of it."

She praises me and her alarm goes off saying are session is over. And then we part ways until next week.