Therapy is Transforming
The younger man tapped his foot in anticipation as he prepared himself for his long awaited session with his new therapist. His clothes began to feel hot and heavy on him, he cleared his throat and sipped the already-half empty water bottle he had brought. He let out an exasperated sigh, he knew his nerves would get the better of him. The dimly lit room was only filled with the sound of the ticking grandfather clock. Decorated with potted plants and comfy couches, the cozy waiting area enveloped Nolan in a feeling of comfort. There was a slight knock at the door causing the slim boy to begin to fix his appearance and steady himself. After a moment, the hefty door opened revealing a well-dressed, silver fox. “Good afternoon Nolan, my name is Dr. Richard Stevens, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” At the door stood a silver fox, an older man that clearly aged finely and full of wisdom. His stature was imposing, almost an entire head taller than Nolan and his broad frame almost twice as big as...
