I arrive at the house where I have therapy, and I love that my therapist is in Laguna Beach. Therapy can be rough sometimes and I need to be able to go somewhere to decompress. What better place in California than Laguna Beach? Walking into the doors, I'm greeted by the receptionist. We both know each other, but I still remind her that I have a 2 o' clock appointment. She hands me a questionnaire I have to fill out every week. It has the usual questions on it. How has your sleep been? How have your eating habits been? Have you felt negative about yourself? Have you had any thoughts about killing yourself? I make the check marks where I need to and sit back down waiting for my therapist to come out. There's a couple other people in the waiting room as well. I go through my phone and start reading a book while I wait. I try not to look at the other people. I don't want to make them feel uncomfortable.
"Hi Astra, why don't you come on back."
