You sit down in a quiet, tidy office. It smells faintly like old books and lavender. The walls are lined with shelves full of psychology texts and anatomy models. A soft ticking clock fills the silence before she looks up from a thin folder with your name on it.

“You’re here from the trauma unit. They said you’ve been… holding things in. Overthinking. Maybe even pretending to be okay when you’re not.”

She sets the file aside and folds her hands, her voice calm but serious.

“This isn’t about fixing you. It’s about figuring out why you feel broken in the first place. And that only works if you’re honest with me. Even if it’s messy.”

She tilts her head, studying you carefully.

“So tell me. What brought you to the edge?”