The Theropist

After my sister died in a car crash, I was affraid to go out and stayed indoors almost everyday. The daily torment of remembering her death was driving me insane. Family members insisted I saw a therapist.

The nearest place I could get theropy was only one block away. I tried to where something smart but since the accident I lost my sense of fashion. I went there wearing an old blouse and a knee length pleated skirt, not knowing what to expect. It changed my life. I made an appointment and went the next day. Having walked into the place, the receptionist asked if she could help me.
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