Chapter 2 (not finished.)

    Even after several appointments with my therapist Mr. Morello, it was still hard to come to terms with my newly found illness. The person who I thought I was for 18 years, was gone. Who was I? I honestly didn't know anymore. I guess I wasn't as stable as I thought I was.
    Mr. Morello was a tall, bearded man with short brown hair. He was a very professional looking man, and he would ramble about about his 6 month old daughter during our sessions, but I didn't mind. It was nice to have the spotlight off of me once in awhile. Everything I did was questioned by someone, if I was upset they automatically assume that I was skipping doses of my medication. I wasn't allowed to feel anything without being told to give Mr. Morello a call.