DOCTOR WILLIAMS is a fucking magician. Every time I come from a therapy session with him I feel like a whole different person than I was before receiving his counsel.
It's the same with today. I was a mess when he closed the door leading to Lucas' study room, but now that we're done, I feel a bit rejuvenated, although not entirely.
He's still in my head. My dad I mean. I'm trying to shake the thought of him out of my head, but every time my mind recollects that cranky drunkard voice of his, I find myself subconsciously trying to remember his face.
If there was medication to forget only one person I'd pay for it gladly and delete him from my memory, but alas, this is a reality not Hogwarts. I can only do my best to keep my mental health in check or I might become a walking mad woman soon with how fast things are unfolding in my head and life.
