You Should Talk To Someone Novels & Stories

He had a point he’d like to make eventually, but this clearly wasn’t the time. “Okay. You’re right, that might happen. It might not be as bad as you think, but it should be your choice when you tell people. But I’m worried about you feeling so alone when we know you aren’t. How about meeting with some kids online? You could use a screen name for chats, and see how it goes. If you think you’d like to go a little further, you could use the cameras for a video chat or something.” “What if someone found out?”

“Dad told you of his problems?” “Yes. When you’re in a relationship with someone, and you feel cheated, left out or lonely, all you need to do is talk. Communication is key to every relationship. Relationship with your boss, your friends or your partners. It’s important you talk to them or you will never get their side of things.” I looked at my hands and started to feel my insides getting calm. “When you mean relationship, are you talking about the one you have with Lydia?” I sighed. “Lydia and I… we aren’t together anymore.”

"I don't want you to reach a point where you can't carry it anymore, and no one knows because you never said anything." I swallowed. "If something is wrong, you need to speak." Her voice softened again. "You don't have to do it alone. You don't have to be the strong one all the time." I didn't respond immediately. Because that part was harder. The part where I admitted I needed help. "You can talk," she added. "To Mark. To me. To someone. Anyone. Just not to yourself." I looked down briefly at my cup. The tea had gone cold. I set it on the table.

Dara's words whispered in his mind as he mewled softly. "If you don't want to talk about what happened right now, I understand, but one day you will need to. If you don't want it to be me then talk with Kallum or Rafe. Talk to your parents if you're more comfortable with them. Just talk to someone, Kothari. You're not alone."

I sniffled. “ What is there to talk about?” “ I'm lost, Lisa. I'm genuinely confused and torn inside, I don't know what to do or how to feel,” I cried. “ I need someone to talk to, someone who understands.” “ Kayla…” “ I don't know anymore, Lisa. I don't know if staying and holding on to Ricardo is the right thing to do,” I cried. I desperately need to talk to someone. Lisa stood up, her posture stiff. "I'm afraid I'm not the right person to confide in, Miss Kayla. Perhaps you should speak to a family member or a therapist."

I buckle my seat belt as Cosmo does the same. "You know, I think it's a good idea to make an appointment with a therapist, sometimes a simple conversation can help you understand what you're going through, Persephone." "I'm not crazy!" I almost scream inside the car and Cosmo takes a deep breath looking for patience. "I'm not saying that, but you've changed a lot and you seem to be going through something, sometimes talking can help, you don't have to go through this alone." "You know what would help me now?" Spend that energy that is building up inside me. Then take me home and change into a gym outfit.

Communication is everything. LyraNight: I don't know how to talk to him right now. I don't even know how to look at him without remembering everything he did to me last night. DarkVeil: Give it time. Distance. Figure out what you really want. And then, when you're ready, talk to him. Be honest. If he cares about you, and I think he does....he'll listen. LyraNight: Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're the only person I can really talk to about this.

I know I have made the appointment, but this is what I do, I'd doubt myself. Jacqueline knows my issues with depression, and I know she would worry that I might be going down that path again. "I think you should talk to him if you think you need to see your psychiatrist do it. Don't wait too long, no one knows you better than yourself." We talked for a while longer then I hugged her one last time before she left. I assured her that I'll keep in touch with her. *****

“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.”

It seems so twisted and messed up. “I am always here if you want to talk. You know that, right? Not just when kicking your butt gaming either. If you want company on a walk like tonight, or just sitting down to chat and feel it's not something you can talk to your family or friends about in case they may judge or say something you don’t want them to, then please come talk to me, ok?” I say to him. “You don’t have to hunni. It’s a messed up situation that I am going to have to work out” he smiles at me.