Have you considered therapy? Because—we don’t know how to say this exactly, but we think you should.
Uh, no. But, guys, what? why? I’m fine. You know that. You know I’m fine.
Well… it’s just that sometimes we worry about you.
What do you mean?
It’s just, you aren’t the Old You, you know? Ever since it happened. And you just keep these things all bottled up inside.
I mean everyone gets sad, right? These days especially. It wasn’t my fault th—
That’s true. Everyone does get sad. But everyone also needs someone to talk to.
I talk to you guys. You’re my friends. That’s—
It’s different though. We’re biased. We love you, you know that. But, a therapist would be objective—at least more so. Call you on your shit more.
Don’t therapists just parrot what you say with an annoying questioning lilt. Like if I go in and say I’m not happy, she’ll just say—
Why are you assuming your therapist is a she?
Fine, the therapist will just say “You’re not happy?” back to me. And I’ll say, “No, I’m not.” “Oh, you’re not?” I don’t know. It just seems dumb.
You know, we all go to therapy. All of us here. And I think I speak for all of us when I say we don’t think it’s dumb. Far from it, actually.
I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it like that.
It’s okay. We know. This is good. It’s good sometimes just to let it out. Like it’s almost been four years, and you’re still not over—
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. But what’s a therapist going to say?
Your therapist might make you be a little more introspective.
Look, guys. I appreciate you all—and no disrespect here—but I don’t want to go. It’s just not for me.
Will you just try it? We’ll pay for your first few sessions, and if you don’t think it helps then you can wipe your hands clean and never try it again.
No. I’m not going to do it.
Are you ashamed or something?
No.
Then why—
No! Look, I know it’s just not for me. That’s all.
But you haven—
Just stop. Please. I’m fine. Okay?
This isn’t really a request, if that make sense?
What? What are yo—I, what? I don’t understand.
We talked about this before you came, and we decided we’re not going to talk to you until you go. Cut you off, so to speak. We really think it’ll be for the best. I know it seems like tough love, but you need help. The drinking. The drugs. Can you actually look at yourself in the mirror and say you’re in control right now?
No.
See? You can’t keep doing this. And we can’t help you in that way. So will you do it? For us? You just have to try. Not a good ole college try. A try Try. You just need to be willing to help yourself. Are you willing to do that? To help yourself?