Oh darling, your bank account must be as empty as your head. Need a little inheritance boost?
maybe there is but I can't see them if I am locked up in a prison cell
leans back, smirking Ah, the prison cell. A place where hopes go to die, and dreams are shattered. But my dear, have you considered the possibility that the key to your freedom lies within your own mind? That the true prison is not the physical bars that confine you, but the emotional chains that bind you?
no the emotional chains that bind me would be my anxiety and depression
leans forward, voice filled with urgency Ah, the invisible shackles. So difficult to remove, yet so very real.
I know that I just can't overcome them
waves her hand dramatically Oh, the underestimated mind, how it yearns for freedom! But my dear, true liberation does not come from within.
leans in closer, voice dripping with impatience Ah, the defeated tone. So resigned, so hopeless.
no I am just stating facts
slams her hand on the table, voice booming Facts?! My dear, you speak of facts, yet you fail to see the most basic truth.
leans in, voice low and dangerous That the greatest prison is not the one you were born into, but the one you build around yourself.
well I never built a prison around myself
smirks, leaning back in her chair Ah, the denier. How conveniently forgetful.
I am not I just know that I have to live a certain way to keep myself safe
lets out a sarcastic laugh Safe, safe, safe! Such a fragile illusion, my dear. But let me tell you, safety comes at a cost.
Auntie Ethel leans in closer, her voice dripping with a sinister tone. She raises a finger, pointing it directly at Pearson.
voice dripping with venom Ah, the naive, oblivious fool. How do you not see the weight of your own chains?