(Author's Note: Was thinking...what if Nick actually does want a therapist?)
"Every day." She cleared her throat. "So, Nick ..." she started, wanting to get their session going. Enough chit chat about her. Now it was time to talk about her client.
Or so she thought. After all, Nick wasn't done with her yet.
"So, Nick," she started again. "Why don't you tell me why you are here today?"
"Well, I have a bit of a problem. And I find it very hard to talk about it," Nick said. "People don't seem to understand," he said, honestly.
"Well, I'm certainly willing to listen," she said, professionally.
"I have an addiction. It's not pills, or drinking, or gambling or anything. It's something I do, not something I take. It's very hard for me to talk about. I..." he paused. How did you explain to someone, without explaining, your problem was that you were addicted to changing reality?
