The painted white walls, the bright lights on the ceilings, and the generic signage by the doors brought back flashes of memories she had long buried in the deep recesses of her mind.
For years, especially after the accident, she had avoided coming to this place since it brought back too many bad memories. It was as if she were reliving a nightmare.
But after long, gruelling therapy sessions, she had finally learned to face her fear. Instead of avoiding the things that brought her pain, she started to face them head-on.
"One step at a time…" Her counselor would encourage her, knowing the first step was the key to her healing.
At first, her body trembled uncontrollably as soon as she set foot inside the lobby of a hospital. The image of her dead parents and her child, taking their last breath, had become a constant nightmare that she could not escape.
