I didn't expect therapy to become a cornerstone of my week but here I am.
Dr. Elias' office was just above this little bookstore in town and you'd never know it was there if you were not actively looking for it, it was almost like it existed in its own little world away from everything else. The lights were always warm, the rain would always hit his windows so gently that it made it feel like a state of zen. He even had some jazz softly playing in the background he knew how to calm his patients right upon arrival.
After the accident, safe is all I wanted.
Dr Elias was so easy to talk to in a way that most people weren't. He never rushed me or ever gave me forced sympathy it was a nice change from everyone saying how sorry they were. He would just listen to me. And after I was done talking he would sit in silence for a few seconds before answering like he was putting together all his thoughts into a few sentences.
He once said
"You think too much about protecting other people, when they don't even want to protect you."
That really stuck with me because it's true, but nobody had ever said something so accurate to me before it was almost spooky in a way.
Weks passed by and the sessions started to become more routine. Thursday nights a seven o'clock. Same creaking staircase and same smell of coffee in the evening. I found myself opening up more than I wanted to but it was like I couldn't stop myself. I told him about my childhood fears, my abuse, my nightmares, even the ones that would wake me up at three in the morning.
He remembered it all.
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