I Think You Should Talk To Someone Novels & Stories

"Don't make me do this. I'm not ready to talk about it, to relive it all again. Can't you just let me deal with it in my own way?" Zack's expression softened, and he reached out to take Ivy's hand in his. "Ivy, I'm not trying to push you into anything you're not ready for," he said gently. "But I do think that talking to someone—a professional—could really help you. You don't have to go through this alone."

“Maybe true but I’m not forcing it out so you actually want to talk to someone about how you really feel” “Maybe” We both laugh and seat down after getting drinks.

"I'll be out as soon as the police say it's safe to go back to my apartment." 'Safe', I don't even know the word anymore, but I do know once it's safe to go back, I'm moving the hell out of that apartment. Max's face dropped. "Leo, you should stay man, those chicks breaking into your place, and your disappearing act." He sighed. "I think you need to talk to someone... professionally about this, it's not healthy." I scoff and shake my head, getting up from the sofa. "I know you're trying to help, but don't, it's fucking annoying, everyone tells me what to do on a daily basis, I don't need that from my fucking best friend."

“Breathe. You don’t want to blow up the situation if there's nothing about it. Just talk to him. Even if you want to assume the worst, communicate that to him. Don't keep things to yourself. It’ll eat you up.” “I know but it’s just a lot. I can’t help but think about the fact that I’m worried sick about my grandpa and the person that’s supposed to be there for me is in another state carrying some girl.” I was starting to tear up a bit. I was trying to hold in my emotions since but I couldn’t hang on any longer.

"Hey, are you alright?" …but it's really bothering so maybe… maybe I really should… Hino's a good friend after all, he'll understand my situation, right? "Hino, I…" This might cause problems for me, or not. But at the moment, I really need someone to talk about this.

I hope it’s one of those scary nightmares and someone will wake me up soon. I was trying to understand the situation when my inner mind said, “Go see Father, Mother, and Alex and talk to them about the situation.”

“Can I ask… has anything happened recently that might’ve made you feel unsafe?” I nodded, just once. He didn’t ask what. He didn’t push, he just paused and gave me a moment. “Have you been able to talk to anyone about it?” he asked gently. “Like a counselor, or even a trusted adult?” I shook my head. “No one because there is nothing to talk about..” He smiled softly and rubbed my hand gently. “What about your friends?,” he said. “Having friends is to share your problem….it matters more than most people realize, but sometimes,” he continued, his tone never shifting, “we also need someone who isn’t in our personal circle. Someone trained to help us carry what’s heavy.”

I shake my head --“I think…it would be better if you stay so we can work through it. Together…not alone like I always try to do it. You are my mate…I’m supposed to let you help me.” “I don’t think we can if I repulse you as much as you say.” “You don’t,” I mumble. “I am repulsed by myself, and I’m projecting it on you…I get it now.” She nods, and gets on the bed, folding her legs under her. “Maybe you should talk to someone. Not me, because I’m part of the problem.” “Sweetheart, I can’t talk to anyone…it’s too…intimate.” “You told me.”

"It's hard to explain. It's like there's this voice in my head, urging me to do things I know I shouldn't." I frowned, "That doesn't sound good. Have you talked to anyone about this?" Jason shook his head, "No, I haven't. I didn't want anyone to think I was going crazy." I put a hand on his shoulder, "You're not crazy, Jason. But you need to talk to someone about this. Maybe it's a medical issue, or maybe it's something else. But you can't ignore it." Jason looked at me, his expression uncertain. "Who can I talk to? I don't want to involve the pack in this."

“And that is why having someone to talk to is important.” “You don’t always have to carry everything alone. There is no shame in saying you need help. There is no shame in crying. There is no shame in admitting that you’re struggling.” I said, my voice becoming soft. Then I noticed one girl wiping her face and another student started crying quietly. My heart tightened. I paused for a moment before continuing. “Please, don’t suffer in silence just because you’re afraid of what people will say. Find someone you trust. A parent, a teacher, a counselor, a friend, or someone trained to help you.”