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pushbackthedarkness) wrote2019-11-21 01:49 pm
pushbackthedarkness) wrote2019-11-21 01:49 pm
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Day by day and bit by bit, Marcus begins to return to normal.
It had been surprisingly easy to find a therapist in Darrow with experience in possessions and exorcisms, or perhaps not that surprising, given the way this city is put together, and for the first time in his life, Marcus has something he wants to get better for. Another world, another life, another location and he would have just set this all aside in some locked box deep inside his mind and never properly dealt with it.
But he has someone who loves him. A chosen family made up of people he never would have expected. A best friend who is so much more than those two words can ever possibly begin to encompass. He owes them all better than pretending none of this had hurt him and so he goes to the therapist and he tells his story and she listens like he doesn't think anyone has ever listened to him before.
After a few sessions, she asks how he feels about meditation. She tells him it might help him to feel more in control of his mind and his body again, to focus on his breathing and to clear his mind of anything else. When Marcus admits he wouldn't have the slightest idea where to begin with someone like that, she suggests yoga.
It turns out he rather loves it.
And now, on a late winter afternoon, Marcus has a mat spread out on the living room floor. The light is already beginning to fade from the day, leaving the room mostly lit by the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree he had insisted on putting up. No demon is going to ruin his first holiday season with both Dan and Sabrina living with him. He absolutely intends on having Neil, Kat, Sam, Molly and others over for a dinner, if they're willing.
For now, though, he breathes slowly, pushes up through upward dog and into downward dog, taking the time to stretch out his calves, his hamstrings. Each movement follows an inhale or an exhale. He moves in time with his breath, slow and controlled, through a sun salutation, then down again, lowering himself through chaturanga and then back to downward dog.
His therapist is right, as it turns out. All this makes him feel remarkably better.
It had been surprisingly easy to find a therapist in Darrow with experience in possessions and exorcisms, or perhaps not that surprising, given the way this city is put together, and for the first time in his life, Marcus has something he wants to get better for. Another world, another life, another location and he would have just set this all aside in some locked box deep inside his mind and never properly dealt with it.
But he has someone who loves him. A chosen family made up of people he never would have expected. A best friend who is so much more than those two words can ever possibly begin to encompass. He owes them all better than pretending none of this had hurt him and so he goes to the therapist and he tells his story and she listens like he doesn't think anyone has ever listened to him before.
After a few sessions, she asks how he feels about meditation. She tells him it might help him to feel more in control of his mind and his body again, to focus on his breathing and to clear his mind of anything else. When Marcus admits he wouldn't have the slightest idea where to begin with someone like that, she suggests yoga.
It turns out he rather loves it.
And now, on a late winter afternoon, Marcus has a mat spread out on the living room floor. The light is already beginning to fade from the day, leaving the room mostly lit by the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree he had insisted on putting up. No demon is going to ruin his first holiday season with both Dan and Sabrina living with him. He absolutely intends on having Neil, Kat, Sam, Molly and others over for a dinner, if they're willing.
For now, though, he breathes slowly, pushes up through upward dog and into downward dog, taking the time to stretch out his calves, his hamstrings. Each movement follows an inhale or an exhale. He moves in time with his breath, slow and controlled, through a sun salutation, then down again, lowering himself through chaturanga and then back to downward dog.
His therapist is right, as it turns out. All this makes him feel remarkably better.