Maybe You Should Talk To Someone Novels & Stories

“You need help.” “I need sleep,” I said, slumping on the couch. He shook his head. “You need to talk to someone. Anyone. Coach, a therapist, I don’t care. You can’t keep doing this.” “I already talked to one,” I said. “Didn’t go so well.” He hesitated. “You mean.....?” “Yeah.” I laughed bitterly. “That one.” Logan sat down across from me, eyes full of sympathy I didn’t want. “Look, I know it’s bad. But you’ve gotta stop letting her and Cassandra live rent-free in your head. You’re killing yourself.”

Suddenly, the room erupted into a cacophony of voices, each person trying to offer a solution, ask a question, or express their concern. Gabe spoke up first, his voice calm and authoritative. "April, we need to get you professional help. Rehab, maybe?" Emma chimed in, her voice filled with empathy. "I can research some treatment centers. We'll find the best one for you." Carly suggested, "And I can talk to some connections I have in the medical field. Maybe we can get you a private doctor." Lucien asked, "But April, how did this happen? You're always so strong."

, Tyse said. Mayeli sucked in a deep breath. “I don't deserve him, Tyse. I failed our child, I failed him”. “It wasn't your fault, Mayeli, stop blaming yourself”. Mayeli bit on her bottom lips, fighting back tears. “I don't want to talk about it”, she mumbled. “I think you should see a therapist, then”. “I'm not insane or depressed. I don't need therapy”. “I just think you need to talk to someone”. “I'll think about it”.

Things became difficult for me and the more I pushed people away, the more lonely and depressed I felt, friends were complaining, bad mouthing me and that killed me slowly because I wished they'd understand me but how'll they when I kept everything bottled in? "Speak to someone you trust. Yes, none of your friends or family member is your therapist but imagine how much it'd help if you were able to talk to someone you're close to about something that's weighing you down. I know some of us might be scared of the fact that we'll think that we're burdening others with our problem and how we don't want to disturb them but I promise you that no one who truly loves you will feel so about you.

She stuttered, “This is just out of my control." Sliding into the bench next to her, Gina pleaded, placing a supportive arm on her shoulder, “I won’t leave here until you tell me something Maddie. You should also know that you might feel better if you talk to someone about it. That someone is me, you can talk to me. I'm your friend or aren’t I?” She finished and Madison let out another sigh.

“Like something was being pulled out from under me.” Liliana’s expression softened — just slightly. “Then talk to him ,” she said. “Should I? ” “It obviously bothers you .” “Yes.” The honesty lingered between them. Uncomfortable. Real. Liliana stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Then do something about it.” Simon gave a tired half-laugh. “But I don’t wanna fight him again?” “No.” “Then what?” “Speak.” He stared at her. “You think we haven’t spoken?”

"Now that I think about it, it doesn't make sense," "Don't joke with your pain, Larissa, and don't give anyone the right to hurt you. If there's ever anything bothering you, don't be afraid to talk to me or him, but if it's too hard to talk to him, then talk to Serenity or Savia. They are more than happy to assist," I nodded eagerly. "Now wipe your tears and relax, okay?" "Thank you. Please don't tell him about this?" "Of course," "Hey, Rissy! Wanna hang out?!" I heard Savia shout from the other end of the phone.

She nodded, a small smile touching her lips, “And maybe…maybe it wouldn’t hurt if you talked to someone else, too. Just for support, you know?” I gave a tired laugh, “I know. I’ve been stubborn about it, but…maybe you’re right. I could use someone to talk things through with,” saying it out loud made the idea seem less daunting, even possible, “But I think…I think this helped, too. Just being able to tell you.”

The room went quiet for a beat, then exploded. "A trip? Now?" Mom dropped the knife, wiping her hands on her apron, face all worried lines. "Honey, what do you mean breakdown? Are you okay? Is this about school? Boys? You can talk to me, you know. Maybe you need to see someone… a therapist? I can call Dr. Ellis, she helped your aunt last year."

He clearly wanted to broker peace, seeing two powerful people having a misunderstanding. “I was just keeping Maggie company,” Julian tried to make light conversation, seeing the intense tension between us. “You two have such... focus. The way you look at each other is really something. You almost seem to share the same behavior, just pointed in opposite directions.” Eddie dismissed him entirely, leaning past him to speak directly to me. “You should have checked your phone, Maggie. Don't waste people's time.” “It finished updating,” I countered, equally cold. Julian tried again, he was thinking it was because of him sitting there with her that caused this, attempting to steer the conversation