The Struggling Actress

The last client of the day was Zoey Clemmons.

Dr. Darke knew he did not have much of a chance getting her to relax enough in front of Millie to hypnotize her, so he'd have to do it in reception. Luckily, he had programmed his receptionist to think anything that she saw or heard was perfectly normal for a therapist.

Dr Darke came in and picked up Zoey's file. He then sat down next to her. "Zoey, I'm Dr. Darke. We can go to my office in a minute, but first, tell me why you're here.

"I moved her to become an actress. I acted in high school and college and did some local commercials back in Little Rock, Arkansas, where I'm from, but since I moved here - nothing, I had a few jobs as an extra, but they don't pay squat. I've been working as a hostess at the Olive Garden and a part-time worker at a clothing store just to make ends meet. I don't want to go back home with my tail between my legs."

"And how do you think I can help?"

"I'm often depressed, but sometimes anxious and close to panic attacks. I think if I could get some help evening things out, I could maybe do better in my auditions."

"I can help," said Dr. Darke.