White Walled Brain

I entered this small, white room with nothing but a desk and a few shelves on the wall. You were there, sitting in one of the three chairs facing me. You were so young, I wondered why someone like you would be a therapist. "This is the lady with severe social anxiety I was telling you about" Dr. H said behind me. I forgot he was still there. It wasn't severe, though and often I wondered if I even had social anxiety.

Doctors often label the unknown with something common.

 Dr.H left and closed the door behind him. It was hard to believe I was even here since I didn't think of myself as an introvert...most of the time. As time wasted away we discussed many things: problems at school, arguments with other people, my poetry and writing. At last you took a deep and lengthy breath and said something I'll never forget.

"What are you most unhappy about, Liz?"
It was hard answering that, there were so many things I felt inside and I could't decide which to say.

 "It's always been me".