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I STORMED into my therapist's office, and I could feel my anger boiling just beneath the surface. It had been months since I got back seeing her. She has been my psychiatrist since that incident. Years ago, I stopped seeing her and doing therapy. I was only relying on pills and medicine to get me some sleep. But when it didn't work as well, that's when I tried the massage. It works for a while. Then, I met Kennedy. All is well at first, until that incident at the playroom happened. And everything becomes worse, my anxiety, insomia, and depression.
I decided to go back and see my therapist. For the first time after what happened, I started hoping again.
But months since Kennedy left, I started going into therapy again. But since then, I haven't seen any progress with my situat
