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Show Inside Out, 61 She felt tight inside all the way to Dr. Scofield's office. She had to stop at the post office on the way to drop off her application. "You look like that cat that swallowed the mouse," he said, when she had sat down on the easy chair. "What's happened to you this week?" Terra told him about her poem. She even showed it to him. "Yes, you are a poet. I'm proud of you for deciding to apply. I see it as a great stride forward for you. You're being proactive in your life. Are you feeling better in general?" "I think so," she said. "Do you still feel sad and dead a lot of the time?" "Not as much," she said. "That's wonderful," he said. They talked for a while about Atticus, and then about Mom and Dad. Then Dr. Scofield said, "This week I want you to pay attention to the times when you feel sad. I want you to write down everything that makes you feel hopeless or down or just negative. I mean, everything. If you find yourself in a bad mood because you slammed your finger in the door, write about that. Or if you're mad at your parents, or lonely, or whatever. Write it all down, just the sad things. I want you to completely dump into your notebook. It's just an experiment." Great. Things that made her sad. Duh, Dr. Scofield, she thought. My brother killed himself driving drunk, and my parents' marriage is falling apart. Oh, and I don't think I have any friends. Isn't that enough? She left feeling more depressed than she had felt going in. Stupid doctor. |