"SO, ARE we feeling today?" Dr William takes out his notepad, adjusts his glasses, and looks at me. My fingers tread down the zipper of my purse and I drop my gaze, avoiding eye contact with him.
Whythe fuck am I nervous about this?
"Umm, fine I guess," I mumble nervously gripping the zipper. There's a momentary silence between him and me that makes me squirm in my seat with guilt.
"To be honest, I'm very nervous and a bit anxious," I reply honestly this time, still not able to meet his gaze.
He jots something in his little journal whilst I watch. It's annoying because it feels like I'm being scaled and rated as if he's deciding whether I'm worth his treatment or not. What's even more annoying is the fact that I have to undergo his judgment for him to assist me.
"And what exactly is bothering you, Iris?"
Here goes nothing.
