I guess I feel like i have to state that I'm not dating my counselors because it's not helpful to imply otherwise. They help me keep my head straight in a complex world filled with people with their own agendas. I do not date them. My communication and mental functioning are not the best, as proven by test after test. Tests done in controlled environments, tests that cannot be faked. Thats why I hope members of the mental health community read this. So that they stand witness to the truth: I'm working on some problems, it's not about my counselors, past or present. It's not about Elle. It's about my mind and how it works or doesn't work.
Disconnect
The voice on the phone was familiar to him and still talking, but he had stopped listening several minutes ago. She obviously didn't realize this because the cadence did not change. He was far away, floating somewhere far above where he lay sprawled on the floor, his tense hand still clutching the cold receiver in some sort of karate death grip. His breaths were slow and shallow, his body motionless, and from the vacant look in his eye, one might mistake him for dead and gone. But Eddie was very much alive on a physical level, even if emotionally he was numb. He could still hear her words in the distance. He didn't really need to hear them. He knew what the message was. In some sense he had seen this coming. He never acknowledged it, of course, but the gnawing dread, the feeling of falling, had been there in the background for quite some time. The words themselves were unimportant and expected, words like "time", "space", and "different". Yet s...

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