The First Time I Wore My Human Mask

The reasons why I had to attend my first counselling sessions are hazy to me.  On another day I will clarify the reasons why with my parents. As far as I can remember I was referred to a counsellor because I had struggled with the news of my parents’ separation. I was around the age of thirteen, and I remember how devastated I was. I remember wrapping myself in a duvet, lying on the sofa while leaving the television on in the background. I felt like someone had torn apart my life and everything I knew. I wasn’t watching anything; I was just staring into the ceiling. This was one of the rare times I was furious with my dad. I blamed him.