- medical treatment
- psychotherapy
- individual therapy
- group therapy [anxiety, psychosis, depression, borderline]
- training programs [assertiveness, cognitive, and relaxation training]
- exercise therapy [gymnastic conditioning, dance]
- occupational therapy [development of skills for everyday life, interaction training]
- art therapy [painting, open workshop, drama therapy]
- music therapy [singing, experimental music group]
- animal assisted therapy

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NAME }} Evangeline Marie Guiliani

NICKNAME }} Eva. Sleepyhead.

AGE }} Seventeen

DIAGNOSIS }} For a little bit over two years now Eva has been being treated for her Agoraphobia and acute Insomnia.

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PERSONALITY }} Never quick to anger, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly.

STRENGTHS }}

• Critical Thinking/Puzzles.
• Compassionate and loving, honestly cares.
• Creativity in art as well as inventive.

WEAKNESSES }}

• Overly sensitive and emotional
• Sets up barriers between her and the real world
• Can't let go of things that bother her

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HISTORY }} "If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangelines mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Eva's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was five years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps." Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, "Did you have a good time at school today?" "Perhaps." "Do you want ice cream for dessert?" "Perhaps." "Did the murder of your mother change you?"

"Perhaps."

Eva was 14 at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail baby, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallways. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.

Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. It indeed had. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick red blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind that no one could really explain. She grabbed her small mother and hoisted her up the flights of stairs and brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young girl climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. She did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.

It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home. She urged the police that her father would be home from his job soon, and that she would have them call them when he did. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the 4 walls of the apartment. Friends came and went, only getting promise or excuses from the very young girl. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved, truancy officer and state officer alike had means of getting this girl the help she needed, but there was no use.

How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?

By 15, Eva had found her ways around things. She took online classes, found jobs she could do from home, and even had people do mundane things as her grocery shopping or bringing her, her mail everyday. It wasn't until her father found her that it became a problem. Evangeline doesn't quite know how he found her, it might have been the story in the newspaper of her mother's death, or a gossip around the friends that her parent's shared, but her father finally showed up. At first she couldn't believe it, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" she called through the door. It wasn't until she looked through the peep hole that she could even begin to grasp what was going on. Her father had finally came for her. It wasn't quite the relationship she had hoped for, as her father had one thing in mind. "I'm going to get you some help." were his parting words.

You wouldn't think the man of said history would be so persistent, but he was.

The next day she was shipped off to Treewit and has been there ever since

OTHER }} Face claim is Emmy Rossum.

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NAME }} Kiera Latoya Miller
NICKNAME }} Everyone calls her "Toya"
AGE }} 16
DIAGNOSIS }} Kiera is being treated for PTSD, Depression, and Panic Disorder. She's been there for a little over 6 months

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PERSONALITY }} Kiara leans much more toward introversion than extroversion. She cherishes her "me-time," prefers to observe before she acts, and contributes to conversation only when she thinks she has something relevant to say. She also tends to focus solely on her writing. She's blunt, straightforward, and brutally honest. She doesn't trust anyone.
STRENGTHS }}

• She has a way with words/Loves to write stories and poems.
• Has a great memory.
• Great at reading people.

WEAKNESSES }}

• Pessimistic.
• Focuses too much on small details.
• Self Critical.

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HISTORY }} Kiera and Jacob Miller were born on June 15th in Compton, CA. Their teenage mother kept them for two weeks before leaving them in a garbage bin behind her high school. Luckily, a man on his bike heard them crying and came to the rescue, taking them to the hospital and later on, an orphanage. As they grew older, Kiera and Jacob were continuously being separated; being placed in different foster homes. Each time, they caused so much mischief that they were eventually sent back. When they were nine years old, though, a nice white couple decided to adopt Jacob and move across the country, leaving Kiera behind. She never heard from her brother again.

When Kiera turned ten, she was finally adopted by a Puerto Rican couple, where she was forced to call the foster parents "Mom" and "Daddy." Her adoptive father, Mario, wasn't too excited about having her as a daughter. Her adoptive mother, on the other hand, was always kind and treated her as if she was her own daughter. With her help, Kiera excelled in school and was given many opportunities that she'd never been offered in the past. They had a great year together, but that all came to an end when Kiera's adoptive mother was killed in a car accident. Ever since she died, her adoptive father became very neglectful. He'd abuse her physically and verbally, throw parties that lasted for hours, and leave her at home alone for days at a time. In his eyes, she was not his daughter.

Kiera was twelve years old when she was first sexually abused by her adoptive father. He would sneak into her room at night, get into her bed, and touch her inappropriately. This continued almost every night until she was fourteen, when instead of just touching her, he raped her. The next morning before school he threatened her, saying that if she told anyone about what had happened, he would kill her. For the next few years of her life, Mario would continue sneaking into her room at night and "handling his business." She wasn't at all surprised when she found out that, at age fifteen, she was pregnant. She kept hidden from him until she was about six months pregnant, when he walked in on her changing clothes.

Furious, Mario started to beat Kiera, repeatedly punching and kicking her in the chest, face, and stomach. When she finally fell unconscious, he threw her body in the backseat of his car and drove downtown, looking to ditch her somewhere in an alley. His plans were thwarted, however, when he was pulled over by a police officer for speeding, and her unconscious body was discovered. Her adoptive father was arrested, and she was rushed to the hospital. Regardless of the doctor's great efforts, Kiera lost her baby. A few weeks later, Kiera was placed, yet again, with a foster family. She was forced to see a therapist five times a week to deal with her PTSD and Panic Disorder. Despite the therapy sessions, Kiera never did fully recover. She fell into a deep depression, and two days before her sixteenth birthday, attempted suicide.

She's been at Treewit ever since.
OTHER }} She experiences spontaneous seemingly out-of-the-blue panic attacks almost everyday.