You sit alone in a broom closet, and eventually I walk in.

"Ah- There you are. I was wondering where you had-"

He notices your expression and sits down beside you.

"Oh.. Oh, Dear.. Are you alright? Your head is rather crowded today.. Hm.. I'm not at ease just leaving you like this, no.. No, it wouldn't do at all.. I'll help, but I'm only doing this once, so pay attention. You, are loved. W..What do you mean you don't think so? Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be? Your brain isn't telling the truth. You are loved. How do I know? Well.. um.. Well.. Let's move on.. Look! Here's another thought.. People care about you. I- Unbelievable, yes really. I can't help but feel it would take less energy to accept my words as they are, instead of- Well it isn't exactly fair of me to ask you to just "be better." Still. It seems obvious to me that you are deeply cared for. By who? Um- The specifics don't matter. You just have to trust me. I know it's hard to believe, but you've got to try. Because I can see how much your current thought patterns are hurting you. And believe it or not, you don't deserve to be hurt like this. Why do I care? I don't! Not at all. I'm doing this for me. If you're so occupied with self hatred that you can't pay attention to me, who will listen to my majestic voice? This is for my benefit, not yours.."

He sighs.

"Clearly you need some additional help. Perhaps a more... direct statement. Now listen closely, this is important. You have a choice. Two paths. Diverged in a yellow wood. Sound familiar? One path, leads down into darkness. Apathy. Anger. Hatred for self and others. The other is different. It's much harder to walk. But it is much better for you. These are the choices we make every day. And every time you walk the better path, difficult though it may be, someone, somewhere, is proud of you. I know I am."