I kept a private journal aside the regular one we are required to fill at the end of each session, one of the major challenges I had is the inability to sleep sedatives and all, I wanted to tell all of these things to wale, but he took it upon himself to make the conversation short. Even his gentler voice made no appeal to me. I kept mute sending a message to him and those in the monitor room that I am done talking, to have thought that I was going to tell him of my pain and betrayal, about how I got to the hospital I wanted him to tell him the ugly truth behind this face, but after what he had done, after the sharp way he reminded me of the only family I have left, my father, the man who dumped me in this hell hole and turned his back on me, but I just kept shut, I hid my emotions well that as he asked why “why do you write upside down and sometimes from right to left instead of vice versa”, I just watched him “talk to me please” he pleaded, I kept mute, I just watched, he got up obviously frustrated form the chair and gathered his numerous papers...