I've taken this leap of faith and put myself out there publicly with my honest words, and I simply need to keep moving forward on this path. It's hard not to dwell on negative stuff that's happened though; when you have anxiety, you tend to dwell on the past and worry about the future instead of living in the moment.
She sits across from me, only a coffee table with Tarot cards between us. As she speaks, I sit motionless, afraid to interrupt her thoughts, answering only in the briefest of terms so as not to be leading in any way. Society has conditioned us to be skeptical of anything other than cold, hard fact. But I have a burning need to know what happened to me on that fateful day.