"Hello people,… good afternoon. How is everyone today?" She smiled a wide truly happy to see everyone smile."This is for you…" I took the chair thanking her, and opened it. Placing myself next to the hunch over goth girl.Cornwell walked behind her grand mahogany desk, and plopped her heavy Gucci bagdown.Doctor Cornwell asked the group to introduce themselves, and looked at me. I hated to talk in front of a group, no matter how small. I felt my face flush immediately."Hello, my name is Brooke Powell…Umm…I guess, I’m from London… Been here three months…I’mre cause of my… break up. Umm, that’s it… I think… thank you." I shifted around in my chair, and began to perspire. I felt allergic talking to a group of people. It wasquite a disability. I wish I could be one of those cool confident women who effortlessly were able to speak to people in public. It seemed that everyone’s eyes were on my body. Maybe that was the problem. I felt so self conscious. As thoughmy arms looked like huge sausages, and I gained and extra fifty pounds. I beganto perspire. I scanned the room and fidgeted with my bag, avoiding all eyes.Thankfully I was saved by goth girl, who lifted her head and whispered her name,"Vivienne." She had a tiny upturned nose. I breathed a sigh, when everyone’s headturned to her, and their gaze left me.Patti who was called Rain, naturally, surprised me by her rather angry undertone. She announced her difficulty in finding a "partner…"We went around to each woman in an anti clock wise direction. There was Rosa, who was a large thirty-something year old Hispanic women, who stared at everyone with a harsh attitude, and folded arms.I couldn’t help focusing on Tina who was quiet, yet she constantly moved around inher seat and snapped gum. It was extremely irritating.Rebecca was attractive. She had perfectly styled blond hair and tasteful makeup. Lastly, Cynthia introduced herself. I liked her immediately, she was in her middle to late sixties. She had thick long dead straight gray hair and bangs thathid green eyes.Doctor Cornwell walked slowly around the circle of women, talking about what thegroup entailed.She was way more attractive than most doctors I imagined, especially a shrink. Her eyes looked black, which was a striking contrast to her pale skin and hair.She kicked off her Ferragamo pumps and twisted her hair into a tight bun, securing it by sticking a pencil through the knot of hair. "We come together once a week to explore and discuss our inner feelings, thingsthat you feel you can’t share, perhaps with…others. We are here for you." She stoodfor a moment closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and exhaled. Clearly awareof her audience, she drank in the attention."You will be amazed at what you are holding on to. Negativity, old wounds, hurtfeelings, anger, resentment. Relationships are the main subject women bury themselves in.""Oh… yes…sir-ree, oh yes!" Rosa nodded her head up and down holding up both hands as though in church. I got a twinge of nerves."That is the beginning of decay. If you continue to hold onto these rotten, hideous, thoughts and feelings, you will begin to look and feel rotten and decayed." I looked around the room to see if I could spot any obvious decay."We are willing to try an alternative therapy. I do not preach, nor do I tell you what to do, like traditional therapists." Tina made a face at the mention oftraditional therapy."You will reach these conclusions on your own. If you continue to follow my theory in my newest book ‘ Searching for Love and Finding Freedom- within yourself, Volume 5.’ Cornwell reached over to her desk and passed around a copy of her book.