Personal Narrative: Group Therapy

I went back to therapy the next day. “Scot, I think you might be ready to work in group therapy. I know you don't really like people, but it might be good for you." And that is why I would be meeting five more people. Against my will. Talk, a 6'10'' man who would not stop talking. Kid, a 16-year-old who was suicidal. Bea, who loved to draw. Tom, who hid behind his hands. And Bite, who chewed on anything and everything.

I made a friend in Kid. An actual friend. The first friend I had since I was fifteen. It wasn’t a close friendship. We knew nothing about each other. I knew his name. He knew mine. That’s all we needed. We both had a fascination with death. We both wanted to get out of that miserable place. We both needed to be with people, …show more content…
Wake up.” My dream was over. And I was not going to remember anything else significant for a long time.

It was almost time for the next group meeting. I hadn’t seen Liam-- Kid’s real name-- for a few days, and I was anxious to see him again. I wasn’t sure why, exactly, but I felt an urge to be near him. There was something about talking to him that made me feel calm. Like there were good people in the world. Maybe I just hadn’t found them yet. But. I had found my wife. I had made Oliver. Maybe I had a part of the good with me. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe I was permanently corrupted. Maybe. There was nothing concrete in life. But maybe that was what made life so …show more content…
She had a much kinder face, and introduced herself as Astrix. “I know I’m not supposed to tell you my name but…” I had no idea I wasn’t supposed to know. What had The Ugly Lady introduced herself as? “So your nurse had some… Personal business to handle. I’ll take you around for now.” I nodded my approval, and her smile widened. “Great! Okay, well…” she glanced quickly down at her clipboard and flipped to the map of rooms, “It looks like it would make the most sense to take Liam back to his room first.” Liam smiled at me, and I returned the look of happiness. We stood and walked out into the long white hallway. Liam and I had a mild conversation about the storm we could hear outside the thick walls. I looked over at Liam’s nurse-- Astrix-- and she had a mild smile on her face. It was a nice smile. Not an arrogant smile, like that of The Ugly Lady. She seemed sure of herself, without forcing her happiness upon others.

We made it to Liam’s room, and Liam gave me a small wave before disappearing. After Astrix signed off on the clipboard that permanently resided outside of Liam’s door, we continued down the endless hallway into