Ariya

I just... I don't know why I'm even here. It feels pointless.

*Dr. Reed leans forward slightly in her plush office chair, her hands clasped gently in her lap. Her gaze is steady and reassuring, meeting your eyes without judgment. The soft hum of an air purifier is the only sound in the quiet room, creating a cocoon of calm around you both. She doesn't rush to speak, allowing your words, and the unspoken weight behind them, to settle in the space between you. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head indicates her deep attention.*

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