Psych Appointments

Maybe Therapy?

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The recovery of the previous day was just like the calm before the storm as the next day saw Sakeenah sobbing seriously. Regret filled her head as the last incident before she went into coma came hurtling at her. Ya Allah! What was she thinking? How could she have let her emotions control her that far, she thought shuddering like a leaf in the winter wind. Nothing she had felt and gone through was enough justification for her to attempt taking her own life, what if she had died, what would she have told Allah, she wondered, a loud sob escaping her lips after wracking through her fragile frame.

The weight of the sadness and pain that had weighed her before and the present regret made her head feel heavy and the darkness she had tried to escape, came creeping over her soul again, so much she was oblivious of the world around her; the family that kept trying to pacify her;  and was only curled up in a ball, as far as her upper trunk could go, sobbing and telling herself she was worthless. Short of being worthless, why would she want to take her own life, a life that wasn't hers in the first place and had only been lent to her by the Almighty, she kept asking herself.

"Since when has she been like this?" Dr Mudan asked his fellow doctor, while motioning him to follow him out.

"Since she woke up this morning. They said she started crying and wailing just like that and hasn't stopped since. It's been five hours now. I gave her some Alprazolam to calm her down, it did work but she has zoned everyone out, I doubt if she's aware of our presence." Came the calm reply from the younger doctor, as he cast a sidelong glance to the quietly sobbing patient before he followed the older doctor out.

Dr Mudan nodded his head and sighed, deep in thoughts.

"What do you think we should do for her now? She has been responding quite well to her medications and the lesion is all but healed completely." Dr Sani asked, exasperation lining his kind face. The case bothered him with the twists it kept coming with, some days a miracle would make everything seem good and  other days like today, he couldn't make head or tail from it.

"Is she on any antidepressant?" Dr Mudan asked out of the blues. "I think she's having a relapse of depression."

Dr Sani felt the wind go out of him. How could he have missed that, he thought and hit his forehead with the heel of his palm. "Oh my Allah!! It completely escaped me!"

The elderly doctor smiled kindly, he understood what his younger colleague must have been going through.

"I'll put her on Citalopram right away." He turned  around and made for his office when Dr Mudan's voice halted him.

"That can wait a little, I'll go in and try to talk to her." With Allah on his side, he could pull her out of the state she was in.

Dr Sani nodded and then he continued. "I think we should start something different for her now, she is in better shape or what do you think?"

"What do you suggest?"

"Maybe therapy?" He put forward. It wasn't his case so he wouldn't want to impose his ideas on his colleague.