" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
◦♔ once again, if you are going through any of the above things, please take care of yourself and get help. everything gets better.
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" SO YOUR PARENTS tell me that a recent incident happened that's caused you to act this way. would you like to elaborate?" the therapist's monotone voice spoke out. y/n took a deep breath in, composing themselves before speaking.
"my.. my nonna died." you said, gulping as you felt like you might break down. it was like deep inside, a hand reached out from the darkness to choke at you, to make you feel weaker, more vulnerable than you're used to.
"how did she die?" the therapist asked softly. "Alzheimer's." "i am very sorry. my grandpa got Parkinson's at some point in his life. dementia is a common disease unfortunately." the therapist went on, making you nod slowly. "i assume you're in grieving then." the therapist raised their eyebrows, looking at you for confirmation.
you only gulped down your feelings so you could reply coherently, nodding as your eyes became inevitably glossier under the light. the therapist turned away for a moment, writing somethings down on their notebook. you wanted to speak out with all of your core that it wasn't just grieving. the grieving was only the surface of your depression.
you knew the real reason was the abuse, the feeling of being stranded, the feeling of being alone and misunderstood, and the feeling of not wanting to walk the earth no longer.. that was the real reason why you were depressed, why you were hurting yourself. so you were truly stuck in a loop now that nonna was gone.
the therapist went on, asking questions about nonna and trying to direct your thoughts towards good memories, and treatments for depressive grief. there was one distinct detail that you realized stood out with nonna's death that you ended up admitting when elaborating on what happened in the nursing home.
"i went to visit her like i would any night. the scary thing i think.. was that i just woke up... and.. she was dead... and i was just left there, holding her hand."
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IF Y/N THOUGHT depression could get worse, they were correct. their habits of eating very little to nothing, to sleeping for too little or too much, to self-harm.. it all strung together. it made y/n feel rather empty, tired, and abused.
