Restarting After 730 Days

The chair in your therapists office was beginning to feel more comfortable with each session you attended. Though that didn't mean you were at ease enough to divulge in everything she wanted to talk about. Today was no different as she scrambled to find topic after topic to discuss the moment you shot something down.

"You mentioned a few sessions ago that you met with one of your friends, have you seen them since then?" She asked as she scratched out something on her pad of paper.

"Yeah, we've met a few times." You actually saw Bakugou at least once or twice a week, though you wouldn't consider it hanging out with a friend at all.

"Good, you're getting out more," she murmured. "When you see them, who does the majority of the talking?"

That was a difficult question to answer. You both found more comfort in the sense of having someone around, not really the conversation that could be offered. But when you did discuss things, it wasn't anything of importance.

"Um, I guess I do."

"Interesting," she nodded as she jotted something down. "Well we've just about run out of time. Was there anything you wanted to talk about before our session comes to an end?"

Sitting there a moment, you processed everything the two of you had discussed. Days were slowly becoming more bearable and with the ability to speak freely you felt a bit more confident in your own skin. But there were a few things you were still unable to face.

"There is one thing I wanted to ask you," your voice was almost timid now as you tried to formulate your question. She looked at you expectantly, her blue eyes deciphered your every expression as she watched you. "I'm not ready to clean out any of his things, but I have thought about moving some of his stuff around. The thing is... I just can't bring myself to do it and every time I think about it, it just becomes this daunting task that seems impossible."

She held her stack of papers to her chest, giving you her undivided attention. "I'm going to be honest. It won't be easy. Try cutting things down to smaller tasks. Move one single object at a time, don't rush through it and if things begin to feel overwhelming, then stop. I would also recommend asking someone for help. Your family, your husbands family, a close friend perhaps. Someone who knew your husband well enough to respect your boundaries on the subject. You might find that reminiscing with someone else could be therapeutic and not at all as depressing as you might think."

You remained silent as you took in her words. Could you do that? There was Bakugou, but would he even be respectful of your boundaries? The two of you would see each other later. Maybe you could test the waters and ask him then?

"Right, I'll give it a shot and tell you how it goes."

With that you left your second session of the week. The road to feeling okay again was a long one and you had already lost so much time. You weren't sure if seeing her more often would be better, but it gave you something to do during the day. Work wasn't part of your daily routine anymore and you weren't sure if it ever would be. Well at least the type of work you had been doing before.

After graduating from UA, you received numerous offers to work at a wide variety of support businesses. One stood out above the rest, they were the leading company in support items and costuming and out of all the places of business, that was the one you wanted to work at. Mei, your friend from high school, had also accepted a job there and you both slowly worked your way to the top. Before you left, you had achieved a title as one of the lead designers and it had been everything you wanted, but losing the one person you loved more than anything really made it lackluster. They had given you time off and when that came to an end and you were supposed to go back to work, you never did.