บท 38: Chapter 38

He sighed into the steam rising from the pasta he was boiling, and tried to shrug it off. It was his upbringing talking again, in a way. He’d never been enough for anyone, so why would he be now?

He’d had more “not therapy” with Evy, mostly by phone or whenever they happened to cross paths during lunch time, and it had helped some. She’d warned him that sometimes there were steps back. Not necessarily in a one-step-forward-three-steps-back way, but more like one forward and ten back, when what she liked to call “his trauma” was this severe.

It had taken Mark a lot to even begin to realize that he had PTSD from his childhood. PTSD that got triggered with every call, oftentimes enough for him to have a full-blown panic attack.