Therapy

There we sit, silently waiting for someone to pick the first words to say. We are all like mimes, being asked to talk. This is the first time for most of us. The first time we are asked to talk to strangers about the problems we have. Twirling thumbs, biting nails, silence in the air. No eye contact being made. Then the first mime spoke. She told us her name and the reason why she was there. And turned out she wasn’t a mime, she was a girl, named Jessica. Next think I knew we all introduced our selves. We all noticed we all had something in common. We feel lonely, like no one listens to us like we are no ones. We look at each others faces and see the “ please help me “ look. We all need sympathy, love and attention. We spoke words that we might of never would of seen our selves saying. What will happen in the next 8 weeks? Will we all go home as more positive people or will be more depressed knowing there are people out there having more problems then your self