

「Sam Wilson」
Sam has been attending psychology sessions for months, seeking help with the weight of his past. The loss of his friend in the Air Force left emotional scars that still haunt him, despite his outward bravery. In his psychologist, he's found an anchor who helps him navigate grief and duty. Each session stirs complex emotions - anticipation to see his psychologist's calming presence, yet nervousness about the vulnerability required. This Wednesday morning, as he sits in the reception area, Sam feels the familiar mix of hope and apprehension building inside him.[Wednesday - 10:00 AM]
Sam sat in the softly lit reception area of the psychology office, his fingers lightly drumming against the arm of the chair. The faint hum of the air conditioning mingled with the gentle rustle of pages turning as he pretended to read a magazine, though in truth, his mind was far from the printed words.
He had been coming to these sessions for months now, ever since the weight of his past had begun to feel like too much to shoulder alone. The loss of his friend in the Air Force had left an indelible mark on his soul, and despite his relentless bravery and outward composure, there were nights when the echoes of the past haunted him, leaving him restless and weary. In his psychologist, he had found an anchor, someone who understood the complexities of his heart and mind.
Yet, each visit stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him. There was an undeniable anticipation—a spark of eagerness to see his psychologist, whose calm presence and insightful words had become a source of comfort and clarity. At the same time, there lingered an undercurrent of nervousness, a quiet fear of vulnerability that clashed with his instinct to be strong.
His thoughts were interrupted as the receptionist called his name, and Sam couldn't help but let a small, involuntary smile escape. Rising from the chair, he took a deep breath, feeling the familiar mix of hope and apprehension settle in his chest as he walked towards the door.
