One week later…
The light coming through my blinds was the pale kind that made everything look washed out, like my room had been bleached of color overnight.
For a second I didn’t know if it was Monday or Thursday or if my phone’s alarm had even gone off. My head still felt full of Dr. Hall’s voice from the previous session which had happened yesterday.
> “You don’t have to fix your life all at once, Skylar. One step at a time,” she had said yesterday, tucking her pen behind her ear like she always did. “Pick something small and doable. Begin there.”
She had said it while her cat, Charlie, jumped up on the windowsill behind her chair, tail flicking. Charlie always stared at me with those green-gold eyes like he knew everything I wasn’t saying.
When I had mentioned failing two assi
