Session Berz1337 New: Hellhound Therapy

“It’s allowed,” Dr. Marin said. “And you’re allowed to keep Kharon. He can protect you and still have boundaries. This is about negotiation, not eviction.”

Berz1337’s fingers worked a rhythm against their knee. “He’s part of me. Not metaphorically — I can feel him. When I’m about to snap, he sits up, ears pricked, and the world tilts.” They glanced at the hellhound. “He eats the shame so I don’t have to. He keeps people away. He… protects me by destroying things.” hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

“Language,” Berz1337 said. “The jokes I use as armor, the sharp edges. If I lose those, maybe I lose the only person who knows how to survive inside me. Maybe I become… soft. And I don’t know who gets to be soft.” “It’s allowed,” Dr

Berz1337 (they preferred the handle because it felt less like a name and more like armor) sat with elbows on knees, shoulders tight. Beside them, folded in a way that somehow made room for both menace and melancholy, was a hellhound: coal-black fur that absorbed the light, eyes like molten brass, and a single scar running from snout to shoulder that seemed to map an entire life. The dog’s breath came out in warm puffs, ash-scented, as if it had been exhaling embers for years. He can protect you and still have boundaries

Dr. Marin wrote, then set the pen down. “When he protects you by pushing others away, what does that protect you from?”

Berz1337 let out a half-laugh that was almost a sob. “Is that allowed?”

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