She needed help. But she couldn’t ask even her closest ones. People didn’t find it strange if someone asked them for a cigarette. Or for a pen. But she needed something more unusual. How could she just reach out and say, “I am drowning in hopelessness and feel like I can’t take it anymore.” They’d run away. Or call her insane. But one day, someone she barely knew seemed kind enough. He didn’t judge or smirk. Instead, he held her hand and made a therapist’s appointment for her.