Chapter One – Hundred and Five. Mars.
I thought therapy was supposed to help you! But after three sessions with Cheryl, I feel utterly bereft, is there no end to this pain? Tears stream down my face, dripping off my chin like it is a damned waterfall, as we come to the close off this latest session. Why am I doing this to myself? Yeah, I had issues, but I could bury the pain before, and now, I have no way of doing that. Everything I feel has been scooped up, dragged out of me, and is laid bare for all to see. Why do I have to continue to relive what happened, why do I have to talk about how it makes me feel? Because it is good for me? Well, it doesn’t feel like it is f*****g good for me, I am hardly able to function after these damned sessions. I am doing this to be a good, strong Alpha,
