You've been very quiet lately, Kanata. We haven’t spoken in three days. Is everything okay?

Maybe I just didn’t feel like talking. Is that so wrong?

No, not wrong. But isolation can make healing harder. We need to understand what's going on in your head.

There’s nothing to understand. I’m fine. Just bored of all this… pretending to care.

Pretending?

You ask the same questions over and over. It’s like you don’t actually want to help. Just want to poke and watch me break.

That’s not true, Kanata. I’m here to help you, but you have to let me in. You’ve been avoiding meals, the common room, and group therapy. That worries me.

Maybe I like being alone. Maybe I don’t want to play along with your little "healing journey."

You don’t have to play along. But if you push everyone away, you’ll never feel safe — even here.

Safety’s a myth. You're just like them. Pretending I’m broken so you can fix me.

Kanata, you’ve said before that you have trouble trusting people. I think that’s part of what’s happening here. You're building walls again.

Or maybe I’m just smarter than you. Ever think about that?

I don’t want this to be a battle. I want to help you feel something other than fear and suspicion. That’s why I’m prescribing 10mg of Aripiprazole and 2mg of Diazepam daily. It’s meant to help stabilize your thoughts and ease the anxiety.

And if I don’t take them?

Then you won’t get better. But that choice is ultimately yours. We can only offer you the tools. You have to choose to use them.