77|Heal Together

"Camari Gastrell," the nurse on duty called.

I stood up and walked over to the woman. She smiled at me. She wasn't the same woman serving me at the previous meeting. I thanked her after she opened the door to the office for me.

"Hi, Camari. I’m glad to see you again," the beautiful woman in the room said. She extended her hand to me.

"Hi, Jen. Don't worry. I won't run away again." I shook her hand.

She chuckled. "Have a seat."

"Thank you." I sat on the chair she pointed to.

"The first meeting is the hardest. I understand. I'm glad you wanted to try again and came to see me." She glanced at the television in the room. "I know who you are and understand your fears. What you've been dealing with these weeks hasn't been easy."

"Thank you." I smiled with relief. I didn't need to tell her about me because she knew what forced me to come to this place. "I want to heal. I don't know psychology, but know I'm not well."

I felt my eyes heat up. "These days, I'm not me. This woman with no confide