(cw for depressive thoughts that get into thoughts of not being alive)
"I don't know why I even scheduled this appointment, to be honest..."
"Have a seat, petal. Here, I have an idea. Why don't you just...say what's on your mind?"
"I...okay. I'm just...I'm doing alright, I guess? I'm managing. And it's...it's fine. I get to wake up in a utopia each morning, I get everything I wanted, right?"
"I-...no. I...it's just...I have all these friends, and I can't get myself to spend the time I want to spend with them. I have all these hobbies, but no drive to work at them. I have this amazing life, but I'm not...I'm not even..."
"How do you feel, flower?"
"I feel awful! I feel broken inside, broken in some way that clearly the Compact alone couldn't fix. I feel fucking angry, you know? Angry at everyone who fucked up in keeping me safe, angry at the affini because I don't fit in their world, and I'm angry at myself. I fucking- I hate myself. I hate that I'm like this. I hate that I can't enjoy paradise. I'm guilty and ashamed of how good my life is, how I even made it this far, and some days I just feel like I should be dead and someone else should be here instead, someone who could actually be happy!"
"...I see. Take a deep breath, dear. Would you like a tissue?"
"The entire room is filled with aerosolized drugs, honey. You were drugged the moment you entered the door. Would you like a tissue?"
"And just so you know...it's going to be okay."
"It's going to be okay. You and I are going to work on these feelings and thoughts together. We are going to help you grow and heal. You will be able to smile, to laugh, to be at peace."
"Am I...am I going to be a-"
"I know. It's going to be okay."
"Yes you are ready, and it's going to be okay."
"It is going to be okay."
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