"Good morning Azania. How are you feeling today?" dude, I haven't even had a chance to sit? Dr Qata sat on what I called her 'shrink chair', clad in a red women's suit with black pumps. She's so boujee.
"I'm okay." I replied once I settled down into the couch opposite the good doctor.
"Is that how you're really feeling, or is that some automated response you give anyone who bothers to ask?" She asked softly, her eyes dancing with concern. I took a deep breath and averted my gaze to my fumbling fingers.
"To be honest with you doc, I don't feel anything." I struggled to conceal the sadness in my tone. Dr Qata jotted something down in her notebook before looking at me with a solemn expression.
"And why is that Azania?" I scoffed incredulously and rolled my eyes. "You know why." Dr Q's face went hard.
"Azania, I am going to need you to say everything that you are feeling. You cannot always expect people to know what is going on inside your head." She explained calmly.
