Chapter 5 Therapy

As I dropped my phone after that final exchange with the therapist that day, a sense of purpose settled within me. It was time to unearth the stories I'd buried deep within, to confront the pain and find the strength in my own narrative. With each keystroke, I delved into memories and emotions I had long kept hidden... Each word typed onto the screen felt like a tiny victory, a step towards understanding myself better. Memories, both bitter and sweet, danced in the recesses of my mind, waiting to be acknowledged.

It was as if I held the key to a locked room, and with every sentence, I turned it just a little more. There were moments of laughter, the echo of childhood innocence, juxtaposed with the shadows of pain that still lingered. Yet, in the act of writing, I found a kind of peace. It was like tending to a wounded garden, carefully nurturing the tender shoots that dared to reach for the sun. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I could see the transformation in the mirror, not just in my reflection but in the light that danced in my eyes. Each chapter I penned was a page turned in the story of my own healing. But it wasn't just about the past. Through the act of writing, I started to dream of a future where I was stronger, more resilient. The lady's words became a beacon of hope, a confirmation to the power of self-discovery. And so, with every sentence, I was rewriting not just my story, but the way I saw myself. The journey was far from over, but with each keystroke, I was moving forward, one word at a time.

Weeks went by fast, my behaviors began to change a bit but not my personality because that's who I really am. After that day I started going to school with a free mind.

I was getting tired of remembering those old memories as I still looked outside of the window, it started getting cold I wanted to stand up and lick the windows but that was the only thing triggering my memories, I laughed as I remembered one particular sweet encounter:

I looked outside my window while I was dressing for school on a Monday morning It was pouring on a Monday... sign that I shouldn't go to school(laughs), I picked up my bag after dressing and rushed to the corridor to take an umbrella and bid mum goodbye. I hurriedly left for the bus stop. I knew if I was any minute or seconds late I would miss the bus because of the rain. Finally I got there early. I stood and waited for the bus to arrive, immediately the bus arrived. I hopped on it and gave a big comfortable sigh. I got to school earlier than I always did. I decided to maintain my lane in class and pay attention to myself only. I was about to stand up from my seat to get something to buy at the school market, when a girl from my class that I'd never spoken to before came to my desk. She was really pretty, she had short curly black hair that was almost on her shoulders and freekels on. Her cheeks looked really cute with it.

Fyn: Hello Jen, do you know me?, ( She asked leaning on my desk.)

Jen: I have seen you around a lot of times, but we have never spoken.

Fyn: Yeah, my name is Fyn and you're Jen right?

Jen: Yes I am.

Fyn: You look so gentle and friendly, can we be friends?

I was shocked as I did not even know how to respond to her, oh my gosh, that was the first time, I mean first time someone would ask me to be their friend, has my behavior started changing that fast, or what could possibly be the issue here. After some minutes I looked at her and told her "yes of course". She was fulfilled and happy she left smiling and telling me to always call her whenever I need some help. I nodded and thanked her. In my mind I was scared but I decided to just let go of my past and make new friends. After school she came to my seat and told me to go home with her. I became happy and scared at the same time, but I just went with the flow. But honestly. That would be the first friend I had ever had without forcing any relationship. Wow, I was so glad and really happy.

As the days passed, Fyn and I formed an unexpected bond. We shared secrets , dreams, and laughed over silly jokes. It was as if a new chapter in my life had begun, and I reveled in the warmth of companionship. It was a more equal friendship this time around as I didn't force anything this time, she was a friend sent to me by the heavens. However, life has a way of throwing unexpected twists. One afternoon, as we sat under the shade of a tree, Fyn turned to me with a solemn expression, I knew something was off. I decided to ask her what was wrong with placing my hands on her shoulders.

Fyn: Jen, there's something I need to talk to you about.

I could sense the gravity of her tone, and my heart tightened with apprehension.

Jen: What is it, Fyn? Fyn hesitated, her eyes fixed on the ground, but I assured her that it was okay to tell me anything that's on her mind. After much assurance she finally spoke out.

Fyn: I've been accepted into a school in a different city. My family is moving, and I'll have to leave soon.

The words hung heavy in the air, and I felt a lump form in my throat. It was as if the ground beneath me had shifted.

Jen: Oh, Fyn...

Fyn: I didn't want to tell you earlier because I didn't want to ruin the time we have left together, but I'm truly sorry and I promise not to ever let you go. We will continue to talk every time on the phone and I'll never forget you.

I could see the genuine sadness in her eyes. For the first time, someone genuinely loved me, and I knew she was struggling with the decision she had made. I felt horribly sad but I hid my feelings so as not to give her a bad ride to the new city.

Jen: I understand, Fyn. You have to do what's best for you and your family, I totally understand and trust me we would remain best of friends.

We sat in silence for a while, both lost in our thoughts. The reality of the situation settled in, and I knew that our time as friends was limited, but I trust it to continue to flow. After we finished talking we stood up and went back to class.

In the following days, we spent every moment cherishing our remaining time together. We made promises to stay in touch, to visit when we could, but deep down, we both knew that life would take us in different directions anytime. As the day of her departure arrived, I stood at the bus stop, trying to hold back tears. She was going to board a bus to the airport to meet her parents, I couldn't control my last tears as I burst into tears and started crying. Fyn gave me a tight hug, her eyes. glistening with unshed tears.

Fyn: Jen I'll never forget you.

I nodded, my voice choked with emotion.

Jen: You'll never be forgotten too Fyn, Fyn. I wish you all the best. I said, smiling at her. We waved goodbye, and as the bus pulled away, I felt a mixture of sadness and gratitude wash over me. Fyn had come into my life like a bright light, teaching me the value of friendship in the little time we spent together . In the days that followed, I returned to the comfort of my own company. The lessons Fyn had brought into my life stayed with me, a reminder that even in solitude, we can find strength and growth.

And so, with each keystroke, I continued to write the story of my own journey, knowing that the path ahead would be both challenging and filled with moments of unexpected connection.