Live reached the therapist's doorstep and knocked twice, slow and deliberate. Part of her wanted to get out while she still could but she held her ground. After all, she wasn't doing this for herself; it was for the people she cared about.
Loveless had asked her on a few occasions--those really bad occasions--if she would consider going to therapy or counseling of some kind. Of course, she had brushed it off, not because she didn't think it would be helpful but because she had too much on her plate as it was with high school coming to an end and all. Well, that and she was also as stubborn as hell.
But, now she was done with high school. There was nothing taking up her time but work and she had found over the past couple weeks that the extra free time just translated to more time to sit around and feel like crap. Plus, the holiday's were right around the corner and she wanted to show her grown up boyfriend that she could be a grown up too and not have a complete meltdown when Christmas carols came on.
She had been browsing the web looking for something that didn't look absolutely horrible when she stumbled across a yellow pages ad for an art therapist. She glanced at her sketchbook full of abstract images, half of which she didn't even know what they were, and figured it was worth a shot.
And there she was, standing at the door steps of Revel Nocquus' practice with her sketchbook in hand, ready to give this therapy thing a shot.
@Boop
Loveless had asked her on a few occasions--those really bad occasions--if she would consider going to therapy or counseling of some kind. Of course, she had brushed it off, not because she didn't think it would be helpful but because she had too much on her plate as it was with high school coming to an end and all. Well, that and she was also as stubborn as hell.
But, now she was done with high school. There was nothing taking up her time but work and she had found over the past couple weeks that the extra free time just translated to more time to sit around and feel like crap. Plus, the holiday's were right around the corner and she wanted to show her grown up boyfriend that she could be a grown up too and not have a complete meltdown when Christmas carols came on.
She had been browsing the web looking for something that didn't look absolutely horrible when she stumbled across a yellow pages ad for an art therapist. She glanced at her sketchbook full of abstract images, half of which she didn't even know what they were, and figured it was worth a shot.
And there she was, standing at the door steps of Revel Nocquus' practice with her sketchbook in hand, ready to give this therapy thing a shot.
@Boop