__Recorded Notes of Dr. Winona Snow, Psychiatric Evaluation Log, Patient File #W.P__
I've started calling her Miss Honeydew, just to myself, of course.
She's not sweet in a simple way, it's not that easy to describe her. There's something gentle about her, but it's not because she's always calm and quiet. It's more like, after she's been through a tough time, there's a softness that's left behind. It's like the smell of something young and fresh, trying really hard not to get overwhelmed by its own strength.
Willa Prescott, twenty-four years old.
When she walks into my office, it's like her body is a puzzle that's not quite put together. She kind of floats in, like her pieces are all connected but not really working together. Then she plops down in the chair, and it's like she's not really sure how to sit. She adjusts herself a few times, like her body is trying to figure out how to get comfortable, and it's pretty clear that she's not really in control of her own movements.
Her chart is like a list of big problems that are affecting her life, but they are hidden behind names that sound like personality traits. She has ADHD, anxiety that is always there, panic attacks, depression that is so bad it's hard for her to do things, and a history of trauma that she doesn't like to talk about directly.
However, diagrams can't keep up with how fast she thinks.