You Should Talk To Someone Novels & Stories

"You don't have to go through this alone, Kael. We're here for you. If you need to talk about anything, I'm here to listen.

“Hey, let’s just take it a day at a time, okay. Maybe you need to speak with a therapist. Losing someone is hard, Levy. You could speak to a grief counsellor.” He rolls his lips. This big, strong, muscular brooding man looks broken right now. I want him to be happy, I want to be the one that shines light back into his life, to be his rainbow and hear him really laugh from the belly. “I’ll think about it. Lex said I ought to talk with someone. I think before I can move forward with anyone, I need to deal with the shit I’m going through.” He lets out a sigh, then kisses the top of my head.

“That’s a lie.” Gillian stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She didn’t push further, just sat beside Lily on the bed. They stayed like that for a moment, quiet. “Lily,” Gillian said eventually, “this isn’t something you carry alone.” Lily’s voice cracked. “I don’t think I’m handling it well.” “I know,” Gillian replied softly. “That’s why I think you should talk to someone. A professional.” Lily frowned. “A therapist?”

You can call it Ego, I call it co-existing. 'There is no point in highlighting who is in the more grave situation. We rather work on solution.' I suggested. 'Your mate, your problem. When you figure out how to communicate with her and tell her who you are and after that, if she is still around.... let me know. I will gladly introduce myself. Until then, do not distribute. He yawned and went to sleep. Bloody bastard. What can be done? Should I ask bro or dad to help me out...Naaahhh

I’d learnt a lot from our friendship, and our teetering, borderline relationship. “Talk to her,” I’d suggested in the end. “There’s no harm in feeling it out with the one person you really want to talk to. I think most people’s problems come from miscommunication. If you don’t ask, you don’t get, at the end of the day,” I’d added with a shrug.

Would it be okay if I told someone I just met about my woes? 'I just wanted to chat. If you have time, could you listen to me?' 'You mean you need someone to talk to?' 'Yeah, you could say that.' Leo didn't reply to my message right away, as if he was thinking or hesitating about my request. I thought it was an odd request, considering he's an auto mechanic. But since he kept pushing me to ask for his help, I couldn't help but force myself to ask for his help, even though it sounded strange.

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.”

“Then maybe it’s time you stop trying to figure this out on your own.” I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means,” she says carefully, “that you might need help.” I stiffen slightly. “I don’t…” “Hayden,” she interrupts gently. “I’m serious. Talk to someone like a professional. A therapist.” I opened my mouth to argue, but she didn't give me the chance. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” she continues. “You’re dealing with a lot right now. Your identity, your feelings, your fears….it’s a lot for one person to carry alone.”

I’m not comfortable with helping him hurt my friend. “I should just talk to him. I need to figure out where his head is at.” I say and the driver sighs so loudly I smile. He probably thinks I’m crazy. I don’t care about him; I need to get to the bottom of this. He should just concentrate on driving. I’m minding my own business, he should do that same. I need to have a conversation with you It’s urgent Kelly Okay We can talk When do you want to talk to me?

Mateo's concern for his friend intensified as he leaned in closer. Placing a supportive hand on Kelvin's shoulder, he urged, "You have to talk to her, Kelvin. Keeping it all bottled up inside will only hurt you more. Let it out, my friend. Speak your heart."