Who would have thought that something that comes so natural to many, held the power of changing your mood. Turning it a whole 180.
Something that you didn’t have to pay for, but you could do if you wanted a professional.
The body was such a powerful tool.
That’s what was running through my head as I stared at the chip of paint that was hanging on for dear life to the ceiling.
Why wouldn’t it just fall?
I looked back at Lucy, she had a kind face. The type of face that held reassuring powers. I guess that’s why she had become a therapist.
My finger continued to play with a piece of thread that had come lose on the bottom of my sweater.
The weight that continued to press down hard on my neck, was easing up. Verbal diarrhoea was spewing out of my mouth as I confessed my inner most secrets, spoke on things that I would never tell anyone that I knew. I spoke about the darkness that I never seemed to be able to shake. This was a no holds barred situation.
When my mouth finally came to a rest. I felt lighter. Free.
It truly was good to talk.
I had made the first step, working on getting better. I didn’t want this darkness to stop me from living life. I wouldn’t allow it to win. I wasn’t going to allow it to fully consume me. I would soon hold all the power and it would cease to exist.
I was looking forward to being in control of myself.
A smile slowly crept over my face and I continued to speak.