Chapter 27

Flashback……..

It was Monday?

Or Tuesday?

The truth didn't matter; the days lost meaning in this place. They were all so alike, so repetitive.

Elise and I used to hate Mondays because we had to go to school. I remembered the tantrums she used to throw to avoid going to school or how she would sometimes pretend to be sick. A sad smile came over my lips as I remembered her.

My gaze was focused on the window beside us. The group therapy was going on as usual; there were only six of us women, recounting our progress, being encouraged and pressured to share what we felt. The room felt big for just us and the psychologist. The psychiatric building looked old but well-maintained.

I settled into the small wooden chair, watching the cold fog up the windows. The weather in this part of Canada was always so depressing, so gray; maybe this wasn't the best location for a mental institution.

Anna—the psychologist—got my attention. “Is there something you want to share today?”

My eye