I see... Are you finished?” My therapist said, as she sat across from me in her

  dark leather armchair as it shifted. Clicking the slick white pen in her hand. The

  analog clock ticking louder and louder with every second, as the noise echoed off

  the walls. I blinked. I had almost completely forgotten where I was, but my senses

  remembered. I had to take a moment to process her question. I sat up, feeling the

  dreaded curse of embarrassment course through me. Was I rambling again? Oh

  geez, I must have been. Especially with how she’s looking at me right now. I've

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  seen that expression so many times before, I didn’t even know what to say. I had

  run out of excuses by now. Excuses to push away the possibilities that I might just

  be crazy.

  “Opps. Sorry about that, I didn't mean to ramble.” I said, nervously fidgeting

  with my hair, as I adjusted my position. I was just starting to think that I've gotten

  over that habit. Apparently not. My therapist sighed, just like she had a hundred

  times before.

  “Goodness child, you need to learn how to separate dreams from reality.

  Otherwise you’ll neve be able to get anything done.”

  “I-I can do things!” I sputtered out. “The dreams are daunting, sure, but it

  doesn’t cripple me at the point of being paralyzed.” I desperately tried to defend

  myself, though I don’t know who I thought I was fooling.

  My therapist gave me a look that could melt anyone into a confession, but I

  refused to give in my resolve. I turned away, trying desperately to avoid any

  attempts at her trying to poke and prod at my brain. I didn’t even want to be here

  in the first place, not like I had a choice.