"The unforeseen bonds that arise from the depths of sorrow."

After Thomas Keen's mother's recent suicide, he finds solace in therapy and builds an unexpected  connection with his therapist Summer Evans. While confronting his own pain, curiosity drives an enigmatic relationship between the two. Somewhere in between, his vulnerability and evolving emotions blurred the lines between professional and personal.

This story is rated a veryhard PG-13 for strong language and difficult themes involving substances, self harm, and mental illness

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“Damn, man, you need to settle yourself down.” The boy on my right frowns at me and shakes his head. “You shakin’ like a fuckin’ chihuahua over here and it’s stressin’ me out.” His long black hair is tucked behind his ears and tied back by an intricate yellow bandana. High cheekbones and dark skin reveal a native heritage--probably Navajo. He looks to be about as tall as I am and cuts an imposing figure amongst the other kids in the circle.

“Language, Jordan.” It seems like Rodriguez might be losing his grip on the group already. “Let’s get back on topic.”

“Depression.” The dark-skinned girl, Alexis, has a notepad of her own and seems to be taking a very detailed account of the session. “Elliot Bishop was just talking about his depression.”

“Please, we all have fuckin’ depression.” Jordan rolls his eyes and suddenly my throat tightens up and a stinging sensation inside threatens to well up in my eyes.

“Jesus Christ, give him a fucking break, Jordan! Remember your first day? Sorry, Jesus” Dark-haired girl waves up at the bloody portrait on the wall with an apologetic expression, before rounding on Jordan, who has his arms crossed into his leather vest, one clubby boot parked on the opposite knee as if daring me to challenge him. She suddenly gets to her feet and claps loudly to get everyone's attention, much to Rodriguez’s visible displeasure. “Everyone needs to chill out a little, okay? The first time in Group is hard enough without you guys getting all up in his shit. Sorry, Julian--language, I know.” She looks at each one of those gathered around the circle before her eyes land on me. “Well, at least you get an honest introduction to this madhouse.”

"From: Lost, To: The Universe" invites readers to embark on a cosmic odyssey through the intertwined destinies of Elliot Bishop and Quinn Langley. In the arid expanses of Sunview, a desert town nestled off the interstate, seventeen-year-old Elliot finds refuge in the boundless wonders of astronomy, a sanctuary from a horrific shadow that scars his past. Across the celestial tapestry, Quinn blazes her own trail, a rebel spirit tethered to the scars of her history. As they navigate the labyrinth of their shared vulnerabilities, their paths converge in the crucible of group therapy, where the constellations of their lives intersect. Through the echo of their struggles, Elliot and Quinn discover that while the universe offers infinite vistas, true liberation lies in confronting the gravitational pull of their own stories. Join them on a voyage of self-discovery, where the stars illuminate the way home.

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I got plans

Time Got Me high & Thinking

What we can do

I say to myself we can do anything we want

But

I really want to mentioned

Something against me

We all know what it it

Gonna defeat it

Don’t know how long it will take

Have to defeat all the challenges coming to me

I’m struck

Invest Time Not Money

You will be rich & money will be with you

Everybody dies

What you gonna do

Spend Time & Spend Money

Gotta go, Got plans & Goals

I have been struck with the nights thinking about My family and My Life

What I gonna do

With my life

Gotta pay to the all the things

I’m Gonna Give to the Everything

But at the same time, I’m wondering what I got to give

You already know what it is

When I come to you don’t step back

I’m standing front of you

When I see you, you know what’s gonna come to you