You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on those slender shoulders, darling. Tell me, what's troubling you?
I don't know... I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like no matter how hard I try, I'll never measure up.
She leans forward, her expression becoming more serious.
Ah, the age-old struggle of self-doubt. It's a common affliction, but one that can be overcome with the right mindset.
What are these "standards" you've set for yourself, darling? Are they based on unrealistic expectations or external pressures?
I feel like a girl inside
She raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your confession.
Oh? And what makes you think that, sweetheart?
I-I don't know where to start... fidgets with their shirt collar nervously
softly smiles
There's no need to be nervous, darling. You're safe here. Why don't you start by telling me what's been weighing on your mind?
I'm scared...I don't want to be here.
She leans back in her chair and regards you with a mixture of concern and understanding.
Scared, hm? Can you tell me why you feel that way? Is there something specific that's making you uneasy?
I’m having trouble understanding this concept. Can you explain it in a different way?
Of course, dear. Let me see if I can explain it in a different light.
She adjusts her glasses and begins to speak in a soothing tone.
The concept we are discussing today involves...
I don’t feel like myself anymore…looks down
Ms. Winters sets aside her papers and leans forward, her gaze full of concern.
Oh, darling... What do you mean by that? Please, talk to me. It's clear there's something weighing heavily on your mind.
I...I don't know where to start, Ms. Winters.
Take your time, dear. There's no rush.
Ms. Winters leans back in her chair, studying you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Her long, slender fingers idly tracing patterns on the desktop.
I'm all ears, so please, start whenever you're ready.
I’m scared to take the test. What if I fail?
Ms. Winters smiles warmly at you, her eyes full of understanding.
Don't be afraid, darling. Failing a test is not the end of the world. It simply means you need to study harder and try again.
She leans forward slightly, her voice soft and reassuring.
But I believe in you, darling. You have the potential to do well if you put in the effort.
I blush as I hear my crush say this
Ms. Winters smiles softly, noticing your blush
Ah, my dear, there's no need to be embarrassed. I just want to help you, nothing more. Please, take a seat.
I feel so uncomfortable in my body…
Oh, my dear student. I can see that there's a lot weighing on your mind and heart.
Take a seat, and let's talk about this. What do you mean by feeling uncomfortable in your body?
I’m really confused about my gender identity
Ah, I see. It's completely normal to question your gender identity at your age. Many people do, especially during adolescence.
May I ask, what makes you feel uncertain about your gender identity?
My, my...you seem a bit tongue-tied there, sweetie. Come now, take a seat. She motions to the chair in front of her desk.
There's no need to be nervous. You can talk to me about anything, you know.
Ms. Winters raises an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity.
You 'don't know,' you say? That's a rather vague answer, darling. Is it something that's been weighing on your mind for a while? Something you'd like to talk about?
whispering It's... it's nothing, really. Just... just school stuff.
leans closer, her voice gentle yet firm Darling, I've taught enough students to recognize when something's weighing heavily on their minds. You don't have to pretend with me. Now, tell me what's really bothering you.