I am writing this for two reasons: One is so I can have my thoughts organized for the therapist I'll be seeing so she'll know I'm not crazy or at least I wasn't until Mrs. Wagner looked out the door at all the media vehicles and decided I needed to know the Truth. Two is so if the therapy doesn't work no one will think I'm not grateful that I got to choose my own death this time.
I guess $4 is good to read a story; fiverr work gets that much and I don't want to be confusing.
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HOW did that BASTARD find me?WHO is this guy he hired to kill me? SCREAMED Nylah's consciousness when the chauffer who drove her to the safe house tipped his hat and addressed her as Miss Nylah. After a brief pause to weigh her options she resorted to shrieking, "THIS is the man who ATTACKED ME!" She pointed and screaming wordlessly until people came running, then "ARREST him! KILL him!"
Maybe it wasn't the same one...
Human language developed over millenia as its users became more aware of the differences between things.
My "A Lucky One" blogposts all seem to draw the same questions and criticism. Maybe I am wrong to ignore it....
The therapy worked. I am me-Lauren all the time now (a few nightmares and maybe a trigger or two but I can deal.) My therapist, Andi, is beyond awesome. She chose to try to help a high-profile 15-year-old separate herself from the murdered four-year-old she got switched with at birth. And then be ok with that self.
I know my obsessive-maybe online research on therapists, and being willing to try ANYthing to stop the tornado in my head, made my first session less cringy than it could have been. Andi had time to explore reasons for choosing me too, and that also helped the fit.
I twist restlessly, endlessly,
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