like all of my previous appointments, i sat on her couch staring out the window and shredding the tissue paper stuck in my hand. i didn't want to look at her because i knew she saw right through me. i knew she knew the fear pulsating in my veins. i just spoke words i'd never said to anyone else - and hearing them fall across the air gave a weighty permanence i wasn't anticipating. my first post at deeper story goes live today! join the conversation and check out the rest here.