Some Things are Worth a Second Chance

I hate Sundays. Mum forces me to go to a mental health support group. She thinks I need talk to other people my age. I go to three counsellors, but I guess that isn’t enough for her. I don’t end up speaking to anyone anyway. But every Sunday I tie my brown hair back and throw on any clothes I can find, knowing that no one important will see me. But even though I hate going and it doesn’t help my anxiety, mum still insists that I go.