“It’s embarrassing to say this, but I used to be self-centered and snobby”

“And,” she continues, “that’s why I decided to become a therapist myself.”

She’s always asking where I’m going when I go to therapy. It makes the whole thing so much worse.

Here I am stuck in this dingy basement with some mean therapist lady. Help!

“What you’re going through reminds me of what happened to me when I was in sixth grade”

“I can’t even imagine how you did it,” Chavala says. “That’s… that’s torturous!”

I feel weighed down. How can I get up and face the day if I might be mentally ill? Heeeeeelp!!!!

I feel more depressed than I ever felt before. How do I get out of this?

All that is penetrating through the haziness of my mind is: How in the world will I keep my eyes open today?