That’d actually come out quicker and a lot easier than I’d thought it would.
“You loved your job? How do you feel about it now?” He narrowed in on that first.
“I seemed to have lost interest in … well …” I tried to think of things I was passionate about currently but came up short. “Everything. Including my job.”
My throat constricted and began to ache. The threat of tears was close to breaking me. I hated saying that about my life so much. I had a great job. I used to love it.Why did I hate it so much now?My job was my everything. Now, without that passion, who was I? My throat started to ache with the emotions I was fighting back.
“Well, Mia, I’ve seen and heard all I need to. If you really want change and are willing to do anything to be happy, I think Inspired can help you. Are you ready to be inspired, Mia?” He looked at me with such hope in his eyes.
I was caught in his belief that change was possible. I could be happy again.
I wanted to leap up from my desk and yell,Yes, like I was in a football locker room after a pep talk, but I had one tiny question lingering in my head before I could sign my life away to this man.
“Just to be clear, willing to do anything to be happy does not mean that I have to sleep with you if you say so, right? I wanna be happy, and as nice as I’m sure that would be, I’m not doing that.”
Oh my God, I’d just said it would be nice to sleep with him. That was it. I was committing myself to the psych ward for good.
