abbie keener -- 012
Okay. I now get to sort through the residual affects of the anxiety, uncertainty, and fear of being nine and coming back from nothing. I will not say that I've taken steps back in my healing progress, but the memories are no longer seven years old.
I am not ashamed of my neuroses, and I need a therapist. Is there one here anyone would recommend? I'll check them out after I make sure I still have a job at the museum.
[Harley] I'm going to swear, and you're not going to like it, but shit. That was awful.
Are you okay? [end]
[Cal] I'm looking for a professional stranger in earnest now, but will you teach me how to meditate? I can pay or trade you--something--for it? [end]