Where does one go when he has lost all hope? The patient asked as he looked at me with those sad blue eyes. I could see and feel the pain in those eyes and words. I knew there was no amount of counselling, drugs or praying would heal his pain but i still continued with my monologue of how all would be all right which i didn't believe and he didn't either. It was a game we played. Pretending it could work but we all knew he wouldnt. Life to him would be one unending play acting to the audeicne, the public the friends until he opted to end it. Which i symptised would be better than lving with what he had.
Don't get me wrong i a happy do godder a trained counsellor who loves his job but i am also human. Some stories you cannot help but wonder? Why?
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