Irrational to Rational

Tears from the memory of her dreams ran down her cheeks as she recalled them. Tippa, deep down inside, knew she should have gotten some therapy. The loss she experienced was too significant for anyone to handle and recover from so quickly, all alone.

She took a leisurely shower, knowing it would take her cousin Julia more than half an hour to drive from her family’s house to her modest, one-bedroom apartment complex. Patting herself dry, Tippa took an excessive amount of time to lotion her body with a scented creamy lotion. She hadn’t moisturized her skin in weeks.

Tippa brushed her hair and secured it at the crown of her head with several large bobby pins. Peering into the mirror over the bathroom sink, she noted that some of the swelling around her eyes had gone down. Most people would not notice the slight puffiness under her large eyes, but those people did not include Julia. There were very few things she could conceal from Julia Wilson.

She couldn’t talk openly about her feel