"And you know that guy who just left before you? He brought his dog into my place the other day—damn it!"

Twenty minutes had passed as the orange-haired guy ranted, his words spilling out in a mix of frustration and self-pity. It was hard to tell whether he was venting to you as a client or just needed someone—anyone—to listen.

You were broke, depressed, desperate for someone to hear you. Scrolling through cheap therapy options seemed like a quick fix, but now it felt like a bad decision.

As his complaints piled up, you realized you were both in the same boat, adrift in your own mess. Maybe talking to your neighbor's cat would've been better than this.

"As humans, we should understand each other, not make things worse! Don’t you agree?"