As I await the therapist in the waiting room, my mind is racing, heart pounding, and palms sweating. I’ve been waiting for three years to meet with him, but of course, Dr. Johnson was completely booked until now. Each night I have been taunted with an atrocious dream and ready for the affliction to cease. Finally, he appears in the doorway and calls my name. Instantaneously, I stand up and shuffle behind the therapist to the cubicle. Once inside, I sat upon a soft, leathery couch with orange pillows. There are bountiful vibrant posters plastered on the walls, a bubble lamp beside the couch and a swivel chair, which Dr. Johnson pulls up opposite the glass table in front of me. After detecting my uneasiness, Dr. Johnson shook my hand and started rattling off questions. “What are you in for today, Ella?” “I wake up in a cold sweat during the night from a dream that keeps reoccurring. I can’t sleep without being awakened from …show more content…
Ever since the age of 12, I’ve been having the nightmare.” “Can you describe the dream?” The dream always opens with the same scene, where I find myself hovering over a body. All around me is darkness with a sliver of moonlight that landed upon the silhouette. I acquired an eerie feeling, along my arms are goosebumps, my hair standing on end. The figure below me moved ever so slightly as it’s chest rose and fell with each breathe. As if it was sleeping and woke up from a long nap, it slowly fluttered its eyes and became aware of its surroundings. As his stare bore into my eyes, he displayed a frightened expression. The figure was a tall, slender man with fuzzy, chocolate brown hair covering his head and skin as pale as snow. His eyes gleaming in the moonlight were immense and wild. Eventually he looks around, darting his eyes from side to side. Then leans in and whispers to me, “You can prevent it from happening!” With a panicked expression, he glared into my eyes and then I wake up from the
I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.
“Mr. Anderson, wake up.” As the counselor called his name, Lewis Anderson awoke from the nap he’d taken on that cold, hard chair amongst his AA group. “If you’re going to sleep,” said his counselor, Mrs. Nancy Montgomery “then you need to do it at home. This isn’t daycare, this is healthcare.” “I’m sorry,” Lewis replied. “I just haven’t been sleeping well.” Montgomery turned around and walked to her desk in the corner of the room. “Well maybe you should take the advice we give you here. Maybe you’d sleep better.” she said. “Yeah.” replied Anderson. He stood up from the chair, grabbed his cellphone and clipboard, and proceeded to walk out of the healthcare office to go home. It was about 8:30 p.m., and he was tired.
I wake up suddenly wake up and forget where I was. I freak out and looked over at
“The last thing I heard where the sirens. And the last thing I saw where a kaleidoscope of blue and red. And then everything went black, every ounce of air had escaped my lungs and had reached the surface of the lake in the form of little bubbles.” I told Louis Green, possibly the most boring person on earth. I don’t think he wanted to be my therapist anymore then I wanted to be in therapy.
“Danger?” I wept. Dr. Maximoff shook her head in disappointment, and then, she got up from her curule chair. The bright lights pierced through the cracks as the door slowly crept to an open. When she removed my restraints, I darted to my parents like Romeo rushing to see Juliet. However, my freedom was short-lived when she got tensed and stared straight into my eyes and my soul.
Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.
My heartrate has to be off the charts. I’m sure the anesthesiologist would know, since I’m hooked up to a monitor. She is doing her damnedest to make this experience seem routine. For her, I’m sure it is. She must do at least a dozen sections a week. I, on the other hand, have never had surgery. Never have I had another life inside me either, counting on me to make all the right decisions. I’m hoping this is the right decision. I am sitting here on this hard cold steel table alone, no loved ones are allowed back until the procedure is underway. My naked back is exposed to a student. There will be a slight pinch as the needle pierces through my lumbar flesh kissing the anesthetic solution into my system. I am here because my daughter, my already
“I want to live.” She said. She lifted her feet off the small coffee table and set them gently on the floor as she continued to look through me, too interested on the inner workings of her own mind.
Often times, people live through painful events in their life that can alter their perception of themselves, their family, and the world. Narrative therapy offers the client the opportunity to re-write their story and gain a different perspective of specific events. It is important to understand that within the history of narrative therapy, therapists view client’s stories through a political lens. Often times, focusing on the oppression and cultural dominance that exists within the constructs of our society. Thus, empowering clients to change their story allows them to break free from the constraints that have shaped their outlook and allow for alternative ways of thinking.
‘I’ve been feeling weird all day.’ Shawn thought while lying down on the hospital bed fully awake. Upon hearing a sound, Shawn’s head shot up. ‘Sounds like someone’s coming, wait, it sounds like more than one person. I’m counting two. Huh, that’s weird, it’s 3:30 in the morning and the nurse already went through here on her rounds half an hour ago, strange.’ Shawn mused surprised. The footsteps were coming closer to his room so Shawn closed his eyes feigning sleep.
Scorned Last year, I went to see a therapist and was diagnosed with depressive disorder. I was not feeling myself. There were days where I struggled to get out of bed. I was very mean to others just because and refusing to apologize for my mistakes.
"Good evening Peter, I will be your psychiatrist, I am here to resolve all your concerns, do you any complaints about your parents?" asked the psychiatrist.
I found myself in another room too small for the amount of people in it. The stale smell that clung to the latex of medical equipment offered a resurfacing of bitter inconclusive memories. White coats with clipboards shined lights in my eyes and prodded at my body. They rattled off the questions that had become all too familiar to me and I recited the same lines I have been for the past 13 years...
Over the past few nights and mornings, I made an extra effort to remember and record my dreams from the previous night. From re-reading my notes on my dreams I have already concluded I have very strange dreams that I can hope to make sense of after looking at the different theories of why we dream.
I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…