I had been seeing the doctor for months now, trying to get help for my anxiety and depression. Every time I went to see him, he would increase my dosages of antipsychotics. I had been taking them for so long that I had started to become numb to the world around me.
Today, however, was different. The doctor handed me the prescription, but at the bottom of the paper he had written, “Don’t panic, but I can see it too.” I was confused, so I asked him what he meant.
He looked at me with a serious expression and said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe it is necessary to increase your dosages of antipsychotics. I can see something else in you, something darker, something lurking in the shadows. I don’t know what it is, but I can see it.”
My heart raced and I felt a chill run down my spine. I wanted to run away, but I knew I had to stay and face whatever it was that the doctor could see. I knew it was something I had to confront, no matter how scared I was.
I thanked the doctor for his help and left his office, my mind spinning. I had no idea what was lurking in the shadows, but I knew I had to find out. I had to face whatever it was that the doctor had seen.