My therapist's question echoed in my memory as I ran hot water in the tub.
I sat on her office couch. My chin was resting on my hand and my elbow on my knee.
I looked down at the ground.
When did his voice come back?
"When I got turned down from another job," I replied.
When I realized that everything was going to take longer than I hoped.
“Maybe I’m not good enough.”
“Maybe I’m not capable of a job yet.”
"Why is this taking so long?”
"You're still living at home?"
“You’re not doing enough.”
“You just need to push harder.”