Chapter 33
Landon
One Year Later
I sat across from Dr. Smith, feeling as if I’d hit rock bottom.
The part where all you could do was stand and begin again.
I’d been in Los Angeles for ages—trying to find myself, trying to make something more of me so I could heal for Shay.
Instead, I found a fame that felt undeserved, and I buried myself in a persona that wasn’t real.
It was easier than facing my demons, but that was the issue with running from your troubles.
You always grew tired, and the same old troubles you ran away from had a way of catching up with you.
I crossed my arms, feeling like shit for the way I tried to run away from my true problems. Dr. Smith asked me to be honest, so I told her that I’d tell her everything.
Dr. Smith asked me to be honest, so I told her that I’d tell her everything. Even the hardest, darkest parts of my past few months. I had fallen off the path, and I wasn’t sure how to return to it.
Dr. Smith smiled. “I’m proud of you, Landon.”
“For what?”
“Being brave enough to begin again. So where are we starting today? What box do you want to unpack first? I’m certain there have been a lot of things that have happened to you over the past few years. Let’s get a starting point.”
“Well . . .” I took in a deep breath and shook my head slightly. “We can start with my overdose.”