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Therapist-Personal Narrative

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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

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