So I told one of my friends that I've been dealing with a lot of stress and anxiety and depression and whatnot.
He tries helping me out by giving me the number to a therapist that he used to see and told me they were really good.
I told him no because a lot of them seem to go off of a script of sorts and I knew what they would say, so it was no use for me to go to them.
He says okay, I think I know someone else who can help you out then. He then proceeds to hand me a business card with the phone number to a mortician.
ns 15.158.61.6da2
