Chapter 62

Months go by, slowly I began to feel better, like my mind isn't cluttered and scrambled. I never would have thought that therapy would help me feel like myself again, even if it is a slightly different version.

I'm stable, and my emotions are balanced and I finally understand how to express each one, and acknowledge them. That was one of my problems, not being able to feel anything except love, pain and anger, and it wasn't healthy. Part of the reason is due to how I was raised, Kaleb says that being controlled by my parents allowed me no personal growth, they stopped me from doing far more than live my life.

I feel different, even if I know therapy isn't done, I'm happy, more than happy actually. Because I know how far I've come, in the six months since I walked in here a broken, fragile bomb of emotions.

"Remember, two weeks from today." Kaleb says.

"The seventh of January, I know." I smile, giving him a hug despite the fact that he's my therapist.

"You have my number to call if yo