I by Dannielle Levan A short thank you to my husband Jeff, as well as my friend Amanda for patiently reading my drafts and giving me awesome feedback. Even at some very odd hours of the night.
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[email protected] Sitting on the long leather sofa bed I stared at the ceiling. Bare wooden beams. A cobweb trembled as a breeze from the window swept through it. This place was dusty and smelled of weird hippie incense. Ugh. Didn’t want to be here, but a court order is an order I guess. One session. Two hours. That’s all I had to get through. Wish they’d just let slit my damn throat. Wasn’t the first time. Won’t be the last.
“You can talk or not, but talking makes the time go faster.”
Turning my head to face the coiffed psychiatrist, I wrinkled my nose and snarled as sunlight hit me right in the face.
“Fuck! Don’t you have curtains or something?”
She laughed. “Sunlight helps.
