A much needed Therapy

They say therapy is what I need right now but I strongly disagree. I believe therapy are for those who have a form of disorder. There are no thoughts that affect me except If I wanted them to. There is no pattern; my mind works differently from the way the average human mind works.

They say therapy is what I need right now but I strongly disagree. I believe therapy are for those who have a form of disorder. There are no thoughts that affect me except If I wanted them to. There is no pattern; my mind works differently from the way the average human mind works. They say therapy is what I need right now but I strongly disagree. I believe therapy are for those who have a form of disorder. There are no thoughts that affect me except If I wanted them to. There is no pattern; my mind works differently from the way the average human mind works.

I exist outside the context of space and time. I'm a Fifth Dimensional being from a planet nobody knows anything about. Most because I was born in a third world country and in a time where humans couldn't travel beyond The Milky Way.

I will be honest though, I do have destructive and disturbing thought patterns but I don't think they have, in any way, affected my behavioural patterns. I don't need to identify them, they are not hidden, they are the side effect of Branda, my supposedly psychotic girlfriend who tried to kill me.

After escaping death and the ordeal that followed, Alexis and Ureh took it upon themselves to do what they can in their power to help me. They looked up a list of the best psychotherapist in the country. They believe Branda has somehow messed up my mind and it needed fixing.

Though they haven't say it out loud, they didn't have to; I could tell by the way they treated me like a broken wristwatch, ever since I was rescued by The Enterprise.

Dr. Tokunbo Coldsweat was the name that stayed alonger with me among all the names we came across in the catalogue Ureh brought to the apartment and it wasn't because I saw the photograph of a cute thirty-something years old lady close to the name. It was because I felt it in my guts that she was worth the try.

Graduated at the top of her class at the Cambridge University. She had her PhD a few years later and lectured for a while before she returned home.

Alexis grinned at me from the reception and Ureh, who was still dissatisfied by my choice, kept his face glued to the catalogue. He was hunting for a therapist that is older and more experienced than my present choice.

"You must be Christopher."

Miss Coldsweat shot the door behind her as she entered her office, she paced to her chair and dropped her coffee mug on the silicon table.

"The truth is I don't really know why I'm here," I said as my eyes scanned her painted lips and the mist oozing from her coffee mug.

"I know you think this is a waste of your time and that therapy are for those with severe mental issues but that is just the misconception most people, who come to see me have. I'm going to help you navigate through your thoughts and help you find closure"

The confidence in her voice was reassuring but I wanted it all to be over as quick as possible.

"My friends think that my encounter with my ex-girlfriend has somehow scarred me. They think something inside of me broke after I was kidnapped and tortured by her."

"What do you think?"

"I don't know," I replied simply.

"When you think of her, what is the first thing that comes to your mind?"

"A-Anger I guess"

"And why are you angry?"

I respired heavily and fell back on the sofa. Here I was with a complete stranger and I still don't even know why I'm angry and that was the moment I realized I needed help. I embraced the possibility of my mind being altered by "The Branda Experience" and I felt the urge to keep talking. Maybe therapy was what I needed after all. I couldn't say for now if it will be enough. It is still too early to conclude.