Tired 

It was his constant state. Tiredness

He was sitting in really comfortable armchair. Fancy one and quite expansive looking. It had a lovely pattern but it was way too bright for his taste. So when he sits on the armchair he closes his eyes for majority of the time. He dosn' t need to look, he can talk and listen which is the important part of this session. 

And he talked. 

He was tired and he knew it was because of lack of sleep but doctor refused to prescribe any sleeping pills for suicidal person like him. So now his option is a chamomile tea before bed. He felt like his life became harder to live and he had no motivation  to carry on and do it. He felt lonely and sad. He saw the World in it's true colours and it was ugly. 

War 

Poverty

People

All of it was there in front of him and it made him cry. How did we end up like this and what shall we become?

Future terrified him and more he was thinking about it less of sleep he got each night. Even these sessions didn't help him because all he got from this is some noddings and questions to reflect his life even more. And he didn't need encouragement to do so. 

His session was over. He gave himself few more minutes before opening his eyes and facing this really comfortable but ugly chair.