My first session in therapy : Part 1

My legs were heavy , every step was lifting my weight in one foot. I believed i walked, but i barely moved. It's OK , baby steps are the first steps right?

"You need help"

"See a professional"

"it's time to do something"

Numerous phrases repeating in my head, echoing through my skull.Noises filled me inside ,wrapped me ; isolating the whole world. The passengers' eyeing me , gazing at my body movement. But i couldn't care for the heads that turned. I wasn't there, i was detached, away like watching from afar

I scratched my head, rubbed my eyes, bit my lip till blood came out , I hummed a song i don't know , a lullaby to soothe the sounds in my skull  

I looked at the sign hung above the door , shivering with fear, all i could read was 'come and be judged over here'

I entered a room, smelling like sorrows, white and empty , A picture with a man whose eyes follow

I felt chills going under my skin, i watched the hair standing  feeling like i'm home still