- A Wandering Mind.
Juni POV
Today was a much awaited day.
Yuvy had her first therapy session with me.
I was excited to get to know her deeper.
I was excited to start this healing journey with her.
I got to my office with joy in my steps.
I settled with my hot chocolate made with love.
The heart of it was coconut milk, cinnamon and honey.
Warming my heart enough to be ready to give
Give–
In the best way I can.
She was late.
But I patiently waited.
Five minutes past,
then 20,
And then 45,
My joy dimmed with every minute that passed.
Then I started accepting that Yuvy wasn’t coming.
I received a call on my personal phone.
It was Yuvy.
I picked up, with excitement.
“Hello. Yuvy.”
Her voice slurred.
her words, slow.
Trying to put the correct words in front of each other.
“Hellooo Mss. Spring.
I Iii couldn’t make it this moorning.”
“Are— are you okay Yuvy?”
“Yes. Yes! I’m perfectly fine.”
She tried speaking clearer.
But then she laughed and giggled.
“Could we reschedule?”
She asked.
“I, yes. Yes but I won’t be available this week.
But I will be next week.”
“aaaaw well, alright. N-next week is fine.”
“Okay, umm, see you next week then Yuvy.”
She was silent for almost a minute.
I looked at my phone screen
to see if she was still on the phone.
And she was.
“Yuvy?”
“mmmh?”
“I said see you next week.”
“Oooh yes! See you!”
I hung up the phone
but kept looking at the screen for a few more seconds.
Shocked by the conversation I just had.
She sounded completely out of it.
Drunk even.
But the past few year
Her greatest battle was to stay sober.
I tried making connections in my mind
but came up short.
I didn’t have clients for the next 30 minutes.
And that didn’t help at all.
I started overthinking—
Overthinking all the what ifs.
And what I could do to help.
Then I started wondering if she was somewhere safe.
I tried focusing all of my attention
on my clients that followed,
But it was like waiting for a trial.
I spent the rest of my day on edge,
Waiting for the day to end.
The only person that could give me more answers was Brittany.
I tried calling her on our break,
but she told me that she was busy.
So I waited.
And waited till the day ended.
After my last client I put away my papers.
I cleaned up my office,
then rushed across the building to Brittany.
She was a children therapist in the next building.
I got to her office.
“Brittany!”
“Yes, good afternoon to you too.”
“It’s Yuvy, she doesn’t seem to be doing well.”
Her facial expression changed.
It was as if she knew everything.
“Was she slurring?"
“Yes.”
“She might have relapsed again.”
I sighed.
Brittany knew her better than I did.
So this must be real.
“Is she safe?”
I asked worriedly.
“I don’t know.”
She said.
My heart dropped.
The lack of information would keep me up.
“Is there no way to know?”
I asked.
I absolutely needed to know.
“I’ll call her later to check on her.”
I sighed with relief.
Later on that night Brittany called.
She reassured me that she was okay.
She said she sounded tired but more herself.
And I finally felt like sleep would come to me.
I realized how much of an effect she had on me.
I was more invested than I’ve ever been before.
She was golden.
Her heart was precious.
She was on this journey to recovery,
On this journey of healing,
And I—
I wanted to give her the best that she could ever have.
I got to my office with joy in my steps.
I settled with my hot chocolate made with love.
The heart of it was coconut milk, cinnamon and honey.
Warming my heart enough to be ready to give
Give–
In the best way I can.
She was late.
But I patiently waited.
Five minutes past,
then 20,
And then 45,
My joy dimmed with every minute that passed.
Then I started accepting that Yuvy wasn’t coming.
I received a call on my personal phone.
It was Yuvy.
I picked up, with excitement.
“Hello. Yuvy.”
Her voice slurred.
her words, slow.
Trying to put the correct words in front of each other.
“Hellooo Mss. Spring.
I Iii couldn’t make it this moorning.”
“Are— are you okay Yuvy?”
“Yes. Yes! I’m perfectly fine.”
She tried speaking clearer.
But then she laughed and giggled.
“Could we reschedule?”
She asked.
“I, yes. Yes but I won’t be available this week.
But I will be next week.”
“aaaaw well, alright. N-next week is fine.”
“Okay, umm, see you next week then Yuvy.”
She was silent for almost a minute.
I looked at my phone screen
to see if she was still on the phone.
And she was.
“Yuvy?”
“mmmh?”
“I said see you next week.”
“Oooh yes! See you!”
I hung up the phone
but kept looking at the screen for a few more seconds.
Shocked by the conversation I just had.
She sounded completely out of it.
Drunk even.
But the past few year
Her greatest battle was to stay sober.
I tried making connections in my mind
but came up short.
I didn’t have clients for the next 30 minutes.
And that didn’t help at all.
I started overthinking—
Overthinking all the what ifs.
And what I could do to help.
Then I started wondering if she was somewhere safe.
I tried focusing all of my attention
on my clients that followed,
But it was like waiting for a trial.
I spent the rest of my day on edge,
Waiting for the day to end.
The only person that could give me more answers was Brittany.
I tried calling her on our break,
but she told me that she was busy.
So I waited.
And waited till the day ended.
After my last client I put away my papers.
I cleaned up my office,
then rushed across the building to Brittany.
She was a children therapist in the next building.
I got to her office.
“Brittany!”
“Yes, good afternoon to you too.”
“It’s Yuvy, she doesn’t seem to be doing well.”
Her facial expression changed.
It was as if she knew everything.
“Was she slurring?"
“Yes.”
“She might have relapsed again.”
I sighed.
Brittany knew her better than I did.
So this must be real.
“Is she safe?”
I asked worriedly.
“I don’t know.”
She said.
My heart dropped.
The lack of information would keep me up.
“Is there no way to know?”
I asked.
I absolutely needed to know.
“I’ll call her later to check on her.”
I sighed with relief.
Later on that night Brittany called.
She reassured me that she was okay.
She said she sounded tired but more herself.
And I finally felt like sleep would come to me.
I realized how much of an effect she had on me.
I was more invested than I’ve ever been before.
She was golden.
Her heart was precious.
She was on this journey to recovery,
On this journey of healing,
And I—
I wanted to give her the best that she could ever have.
Ah Yuvy. She made Juni stress quite a bit. It’s completely unexpected of her. What do you think lovelies? Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed these two chapters. I’ll try to update again soon. Love you guys!
Dgoldenblossom 🌸
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