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Show Inside Out, 9 "So, from what your mom said on the phone, I gather that you haven't been enjoying your life too much lately." Did anyone really enjoy their life? "My question for you, Terra, is whether you would like to change that." Terra stared at the oriental rug. Dr. Scofield waited. She stole a glance at him. He had a pleasant, patient smile, as if to say, "I'm happy to wait here all day." Did she want to feel better? "I'm not sure," she said. Dr. Scofield's face lit up. "Fabulous! Wonderful!" he said, as if she had told him he had won the lottery. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear! Because that's the beginning. Thank you, Terra, for being honest with me. That's all I need from you. And let me tell you that I will absolutely respect your feelings. Until you feel ready to start feeling better, I will not talk to you about how to do that. I want you to feel free to feel rotten for as long as you'd like." What a weirdo. Dr. Scofield talked to her some more, then gave her a notebook and made her promise to write in it every night. "At first, I don't want you to write anything in particular. Just whatever. Whatever you'd like me to know, or any feelings you've experienced each day." All the next day she was trying to figure out what she was supposed to write. She took the notebook to school with her, but even though it was just a plain spiral notebook, she didn't dare take it out of her backpack in front of Simon, who was waiting at her locker when she arrived. |
