"Fine, I'll try." I replied just to get him off that uncomfortable subject.
I don't like talking about one of my problems, never has.
That's why I've changed therapists a lot.
They pry too much.
"Don't give me the 'I'll try' line, I want you to stop." He informed me as he watched me intently.
I stared blankly at him, no bothering to reply.
"If you don't try harder, how would you get better?" He demanded again.
I was on the verge of another outburst, I could feel it.
I could feel the lava in me bubbling in angry and frustration.
"Do you think I'm happy like this in the first place?" I questioned in a surprisingly calm voice.
To quiet for my normal tone.
I shook my head sadly, forcing out a smile which seemed like I swallowed nails.
