"Your condition is getting better, you didn't empty your medicine box this month."
Hearing the woman who was smiling broadly at him while adjusting her glasses, Ezra narrowed his eyes then scratched his forehead, he almost forgot about this woman, Diana, his therapist.
Ezra kind of forgot what happened during this session, maybe she advised him not to take too much headache medicine and antidepressants, hearing the long lecture from this woman, — however currently, Diana said something strange that Ezra had never heard before.
--His condition is getting better.
Even though he came here again because last night he had a nightmare that triggered a panic attack, thought he admitted that in the past few weeks he had not taken medicine as often, and his headaches have also lessened. Although sometimes the noise in his head was still there.
The woman again looked at him up and down, at Ezra who had a face of astonishment and disbelief, Diana chuckled.
