Cindy felt a gnawing desperation to try again. She knew the path was treacherous, but her determination to reclaim her memories fueled her, blotting out the pain from her last session. She sat in Dr. Abraham's dimly lit office, her gaze firm as she told him, "I want to try again. I need to."
Dr. Abraham leaned back, watching her intently. His fingers pressed together in thought before he shook his head slowly, "It's not wise, Cindy. The risks are high, and after how your mind reacted yesterday, I need you to understand this isn't something to take lightly. Your body was under immense strain. You could feel it, couldn't you?"
She looked away, her lips pressed tightly together, resisting the admission. "Yes, I felt it, but I can handle it. I have to handle it," she replied, her voice laced with impatience.
