Ensign Imril - Whatever Works
Chris Taylor
(Counselor’s Office - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
The Counselor had humored Imril’s bad joke and weathered what, in retrospect, was another outburst of the sort they were trying to put a stop to. At least this one hadn’t been so venomized as the others. So it didn’t leave behind the aftertaste of shock and guilt.
Vhysa’lia: ::nodding:: I agree, changing your response is the best bet. That’s why I think we can end this session by going over some ways that perhaps you can try and better deal with these stresses.
Imril nodded, unsure what was coming and therefore unsure what to say ahead of its arrival.
Vhysa’lia: First, as you’re going about your daily life, I’d like you to try and keep track of how you’re feeling. It doesn’t need to be really granular, just perhaps noting at the end of each day what sort of emotions you were feeling. What we're trying to do with this is give you better awareness of your emotions and help you pick up on patterns.
Imril was suddenly very aware that this one was one of the very few occasions in which they weren’t carrying at least one padd on their person. Their hands, now folded politely atop their lap, felt very empty.
Imril: That sounds doable. Informative.
Vhysa’lia: I’d also like for you to try and link each emotion to the situation that’s caused it, and physical feelings you have, when you’re keeping track of what you’ve felt. I hope that this might help you have a better idea of what triggers your anger and fear, so that when you see situations developing where you might get overwhelmed with those emotions, you’re better prepared.
Imril: Yeah. Sounds good.
They should have said more. But what?
Vhysa’lia: If you’d like, I can send you some more resources to read during your downtime… ::getting up, with a little nod:: I think that concludes our session, I think we’ve made some progress already. I’ll see you next session, then?
Imril: Good. Yeah. That would be appreciated. Thanks, counselor.
Obviously, she already knew how to get things or data to them.
She gestured to the door, signaling that the time was at a close.
Imril didn’t know entirely how they felt about what had been done or not done in this brief amount of time. It was a start, though, and that was something.
Imril rose up and went to the door. They took a deep breath before opening it and stepping through.
End scene for Imril
TBC as a solo post (or two)
----------------------------------------------------
Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12