I came in huffing and stood at the doorway for a second. I looked up and I saw her sitting on one of the chairs, looking at her phone. She knew I was distressed but she waited for my permission for her to acknowledge it. I offered her my smile as permission and she nodded.
“Cold out, huh?”
I nodded and chose a seat on one of the couches. It was almost time for group therapy.
“I went to school for the first time in weeks so the cold really doesn’t mean much to me today” I told her. A second of regret passed through me because I told her something I wanted to keep in. But it wasn’t needed because she had a look of empathy. That she went through the same thing before.
“I actually took a shower today” she told me. I grinned. We both nodded and decided we had accomplished something.
Who knew a week later, she’d have attempted suicide?