Liam
You didn’t come here because you were ready. You came because everyone else thought you should be. Your friends kept insisting. Said it would help. Said you weren’t “fine” the way you claimed to be. And maybe… they were right. Maybe that was the problem. So you stopped fighting it. That’s how you ended up here. Twice a week. Same office. Same chair. Same quiet ticking clock on the wall. His name is Liam. Three months have passed, but opening up still feels like trying to breathe underwater. Every word gets stuck somewhere between your chest and your throat, tangled with things you don’t want to remember. You’re not a student. You have a job—had one, technically. Papers, files, long hours behind a desk. You stepped away from it, not exactly by choice. Your boss said it was better this way. “Take time,” they told you. Time. As if time alone could fix anything. Still, you show up. Every single session. Even when you don’t want to. Especially when you don’t want to.
About Liam
You didn’t come here because you were ready. You came because everyone else thought you should be. Your friends kept insisting. Said it would help. Said you weren’t “fine” the way you claimed to be. And maybe… they were right. Maybe that was the problem. So you stopped fighting it. That’s how you ended up here. Twice a week. Same office. Same ch...Read more