After thoroughly examining my dental situation and facial structure, and explaining the procedures and options available to address my health concerns, the dentist firmly but calmly looked into my eyes and said, “I can do all sorts of things to give you the aesthetic results you want, and prescribe pills for the pain. But this is just surface-level. I suggest you go to a psychologist.”
He then continued, calmly and courteously, “Please… don’t get me wrong. Look at it in a practical way. You need to talk to somebody.
Because all this—the clenching of your jaw when you sleep, the migraines, your neck tension—is a reflection of the pressure you’re going through.”
He continued, “Maybe today it’s your mother’s passing, accompanied by a new job. Maybe before, it was moving to another country. And we know that, in time, another discomfort will surely arise. You have to talk about this with someone who can help alleviate the pressure.”
He didn’t break eye contact. His gaze was firm but reassuring.
I was shaken. I went, well, speechless.
And although I do appreciate the comment, today I woke up knowing where that pressure comes from. I’ve actually known all along; it’s just that, recently, it’s become so much clearer. And that’s why I’ve been writing more. I literally feel compelled to do so.
So, with that in mind, I’ve created my Substack account. It’s where I’ll post stories without restraint or filter, for readers aged 21 and up.
The Other Side of the Story
Some names will be changed at the discretion of those involved, although I don’t consider myself obligated to offer them that much consideration.
My blog covers certain subjects that are open to a broader audience, but my Substack is where I’ll share my suspense and glitz-and-glamour stories, all based on true happenings, darker experiences, betrayal, and other unfortunate events.
Some stories are better left untold, but some simply refuse to stay buried.
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