You Should Talk To Someone Novels & Stories

“Feel free to tell me anything.” “Like I mentioned before, why don’t you rely on your family?” Grady suggested politely. “Maybe talking to them will help. I don’t think it’s good for you to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Personally, I think you need to rely on someone you trust. Then, you can make your decision afterwards.”

“That sounds nice, actually.” Her whole face brightens, a beam of light that almost makes me believe this place isn’t so cold after all. “Don’t worry,” she says, her tone soothing. “Your GPA’s going to be fine. And whatever you’re going through, I suggest you don’t just keep it locked inside. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. Or, if you feel like I don’t deserve to hear it—if it’s too personal—you could go to a counselor, or a therapist, anyone you trust. Just don’t bottle it up. It’ll eat you alive.” Her voice is gentle, calm. Honest.

Just thinking about that time, I was shocked that he may have lost his life already! Luckily that wasn't the case. “Kiel, the next time you have wounds… do tell us, alright? Just look what happened to you. Not saying anything wouldn't change a thing. It would be better to say it out loud or else no one would know that you need help. The next time you feel like needing help of others, do not be shy to ask for it. Some things are better be solved with someone. You can never fix something alone. Not all things can be fixed by one person. You get what I mean?“

"I'm a rubber band! I'll snap back to normal. I'm just having a low moment. I'll be back to normal." "Low moments are okay. Life isn't a bed of roses and we tend to get those low moments because of all the lemons life dishes out. You have bitten into more bitter lemons than most of us and you haven't given up. But if it stems from a trauma like what Belucci did to you, you should talk to someone. It will keep recurring because you're not talking about it." "I have told you." "I mean a professional. A psychologist." "I'm not crazy."

Their trip was almost at the end. “Let’s go and pay,” he said and walked off in the direction of the checkout. “Flynn,” Lucas called out. Flynn turned back to look at Lucas. “Yes?” Lucas stepped forward and ruffled his hair. “If you are going through a hard time, you can talk to me about it. There’s no need to bottle everything up. You know from your other problem that things get better once you share it with another person. Can’t you do that this time?”

"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. If you have someone who cares about you, who cares about your well-being and who wants to see you happy then you're in total luck because I also understand that some people don't have that too. Now if you don't and you're wondering, what's this lady saying about ta

Does that matter? "Only this matters. You should talk to her and listen if you don't want her. Just tell her and get over all this. I think you should talk to Chloe. It's a solution for you."

“Nurse Margaret, I need this to stay confidential please. No one can know about this.” She nods. “Don’t worry.” “Thank you.” “Do you have someone you can talk to, maybe your partner or family or friends?” She asks. Liam. I need to tell Liam somehow. “I’ll figure it out,” I say and stand up, my legs slightly shaking. “Thank you for your help.” “You’re welcome. You shouldn’t go through this alone. We will always be available to assist you so don’t hesitate to come back if you need anything.”

“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.”

It's all about what you want to do with yourself, not what everyone else thinks or wants. "Arnold, remember what we talked about. I want you to start speaking your mind a little bit more. If you aren't happy with the way things are going at home, then talk to someone. I will always be here for you. I'm only a phone call away and a three-hour flight away." Arnold gives me a pleading look, but a nod is what comes from him.