CHAPTER 117: Therapy Session

"Do you think you're open to talking about the miscarriage now? This is our tenth session together so far." Liz my therapist asked and I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Alright then, we will leave that till when you genuinely want to discuss it yourself and feel like you're ready."

I scoffed and adjusted in the warm fuzzy cushion keeping my eyes on the sand glass that was inverted and draining slowly.

This office space was warm and cozy especially for one that wasn't a private practice. It had daring art pieces on a wall, one of a picture of a face mostly the tongue with sink hole drainage and another beside with a padlock on the lips and the last of a girl with bright eyes and a protruding tongue with a wide smile.

Everytime I've sat in this office the first picture gave me the jeebies just because I had Trypophobia and wondered how anyone could stare at without feeling irritated. The second one was thought provoking because of the sadness in the models eyes and the huge padlock dangling o