I remember my mother telling me “it’s ok, just say what’s on your mind to this nice person.”
All it ever got me was judged, treated differently. I never got the help, just someone writing on a clip board.
I remember my mother telling me “it’s ok, just say what’s on your mind to this nice person.”
All it ever got me was judged, treated differently. I never got the help, just someone writing on a clip board.