"They say life is a never ending struggle of joys and sorrows............"
"And am lost", she mumbled to herself. With her pen poised she stared at the blank page with her scrawny writing splattered all over it. It was almost a week now and her counsellor had made her swear she would write about her feelings. A week gone and no luck! Frustrated she got up and tore off the page and chucked it into the bin. It landed on top, decorating the masterpiece she had created from half of a diary torn apart in a similar way.
As she stared at the mess she had created, tears rolled down her cheeks, something pretty normal by this point. Controlling the desperate urge to kill someone, she took a few deep breaths picked up her instrument of expression and began to doodle. The next session with the " dragon lady" as she liked to call her, was tomorrow and she had no effing idea about what to write. Maybe she could write something so awful about her that she might stop the sessions!! Smiling at the wicked thought she continued with the doodling.
The next day smirking to herself she thrust the sketch under the dragon lady's nose. ( maybe this point onwards we could just refer to her as D)
D smiled when she saw it. " It's exquisite honey" Have you ever considered art as a career option?? I particularly liked the way you drew my teeth." Shocked she looked at D wondering if she was the one who actually needed some counselling!!
"You are crazy. That's a horrid picture. How can you possibly like it??"
She flashed 20 of her teeth and said" Well hon. The fact that you detest me is evident from the sketch! Hatred is nothing but a strong feeling and that means your walls are coming down. You are opening up. I think we ll get there."
She stared at D for a long while and finally realising that whatever she had just said was true, she burst out laughing and fell back onto the couch, still laughing......
To be continued...