When we saw the psychologist. I told her how I was able to cry now, how I wasn’t feeling detached from the world anymore. I could feel, but it led to nightmares. I also told her about the time when I felt Damian’s friends were the bad guys. Lastly, I told her about the way I felt about my scars.
Damian was always there when I went to see my psychologist or psychiatrist. He was always in the room with me, listening carefully, without saying a word except if they needed me to do something, then he would ask questions to make sure he got everything right.
