XIII-NEED FOR THERAPY

                                                                       XIII

The withdrawal mixed with all the memories that were tearing my mind apart. Assaulted at night by tremors and agitation, I decided to spend some of what I had earned on a clinical psychologist. When I arrived at the center, I was offered group therapy. Not only was this cheaper, but also allowed me to share my experience with others.

Everyone was sitting in a circle, and the psychologist began by asking direct questions:

'John, what's wrong with you?'

'My dad is always getting into my stuff. It makes me want to tell him to fuck off and leave home.'

I looked at the teenager, who had addiction etched on his face.

The therapist then looked at an older man