The visit

Gray, gray and more gray. I can't tell anymore whether it was raining or not - everything was gray and humid, all the time, and my mood followed.

My every instant had become a struggle to re-affirm my reality. There was too much hate, too much pressure, too many narratives in which I was wrong.

I stepped in the doctor's office. This was my first appointment. I knew what I was doing - I wouldn't have gone this far if I wasn't certain of myself - and now I was going to have to prove it to them.

Posted on 19th May 2012