Hellhound Therapy Session Berz1337 New -

“A whisper.” Berz1337’s voice dropped. “A heat at the base of my skull. Sometimes a scent — like burnt sugar. It’s never long enough to stop him. He moves faster than guilt.”

Dr. Marin leaned forward. “Soft doesn’t mean gone. It means different tools. If Kharon steps back sometimes, you can try new tools. You can try being recognized by someone who isn’t trying to cut you open.” hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

Berz1337’s fingers worked a rhythm against their knee. “He’s part of me. Not metaphorically — I can feel him. When I’m about to snap, he sits up, ears pricked, and the world tilts.” They glanced at the hellhound. “He eats the shame so I don’t have to. He keeps people away. He… protects me by destroying things.” “A whisper

Berz1337 inhaled. “I’m afraid I won’t recognize myself when I’m not angry.” It’s never long enough to stop him

“You said last time you felt like you were splitting,” Dr. Marin prompted softly. “Tell me about that.”

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