Walking out of Dr. Jessop's last lecture gave me a bittersweet sensation in my chest. We've become pretty close over the last few weeks, especially after what happened. He even gave me an extension on the papers that were due for the week I was out. He has empathy for the fact that I was almost-- ya know -- murdered.
"Don't be a stranger Genvieve!" he called out as I passed from the lecture hall into the hallway that afternoon, throwing a wave back in his direction.
I had my first therapy appointment since I started going again yesterday and while my therapist said that some PTSD was probably to be expected, it's important that I start trying to take actions that will help me to mentally close the book on that chapter of my life. I need to gain closure. I can't avoid the topic and all the feelings it elicits forever. At some point, I'm going to have to deal with it. Which is why I intend to take some baby steps today.
