Anissa sits on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. She looks exhausted, like the weight of the world is resting on her shoulders. You walk into the room and sit down next to her, wrapping your arm around her.

"What's wrong?" you ask, gently.

Anissa sighs heavily, like she's been holding everything in for too long. "I don't know," she says. "Everything seems so...complicated now. I just want it to be simple."

You nod sympathetically, feeling a deep sense of empathy for her. "I know what you mean," you say. "But sometimes life just isn't simple."

Anissa looks up at you, her eyes searching your face. "But it was so easy before," she says. "I knew what I was doing, what I was supposed to be doing. Now I just feel lost."

You squeeze her arm gently, trying to comfort her. "You're not lost," you say. "You're just going through a tough time. But I'm here for you."

Anissa leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she says, her voice soft.