A Million Little Things (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 9 - Any Way the Wind Blows - full transcript

Maggie, I'm calling
about some of your mail.

You may have a stalker.

Previously on
"A Million Little Things"...

My depression...

it's back.

Come here.

Meredith: You are a fraud,
Maggie Bloom.

Because of you,
my son is dead.

Katherine: There was this girl
in my high school.

Greta Strobe.
We were best friends.

When I found out she was gay,
I didn't know what to say.



Does he know
I was in prison?

I'm sorry, but I can't
work here anymore.

I really need
to talk to her face-to-face.

I know I can help her.

If you're so worried that
I'm gonna destroy your car,

you might as well just
drive me there yourself.

I'm in.

Alright.

Maggie: You don't even
know how stupid you sound.

Gary: Oh, my God. I-I'm telling
you, it's "Ahh-ba."

And you lost your credibility
when you claimed it was

pronounced David "Bao-ie",
when everyone on the planet

knows it's "Bow-ie."

Okay, which one of us
lived in Oxford?



You, for almost
two weeks.

Trust me.

The first order of business
when you get to England

is they teach you
the correct pronunciation

for Bowie and ABBA.

It's a requirement
when you land at Heathrow.

Don't you mean "Heath-rao"?

Ohh. How do you
sleep at night?

Oh. It's right here.
Oh. It's your boyfriend.

Oh. Um, I'll call
him back later.

Camden: Maggie?

Hey!

How's it going?

Fine. Just thought
I'd try you while I can

before this press conference.

Who were you
just talking to?

Uh, it's me...Gare.

G-- It's Gary Mendez.

Oh. Hey, man.

Uh, he's driving me
to Albany.

Turns out the -- the car
came with the driver.

Yeah, dude, uh, it's been
a lifelong goal of mine

to -- to visit
all the state capitals.

So, 1 down, 49 to go.

I just really needed
some moral support,

and he's so precious
with his car.

Totally get it.
I'm glad he's there for you.

Makes me feel better knowing
you've got muscle backing you

if your meeting with
this woman goes south.

Okay, Bruce, coming!

Looks like we're starting.
I gotta run.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I meant that for Gary.

Love you more, dude.

Wow.

Didn't realize you two were
dropping the L-word.

Yeah. Sorry if that
was weird for you.

No. No, no, no.
I'm happy for you.

I'm even happier now

because you have to love
the Bruins as much as I do.

GPS says
we'll be there in an hour.

What time is Mrs. Bates
expecting us?

Uh, she's not.

I...

She doesn't know
we're coming.

Regina: Babe?

You gonna get up,

or do you want to
sleep some more?

I'm getting up.

Do you want me to make
chocolate chip pancakes?

I'm not hungry.

Then can I show you
some mime skills

Shanice taught me on set?

Not sure I would've
laughed at that

even if I wasn't depressed.

Hey, that killed
with the assistant director.

Oh, man.
Dad again?

Uh-huh.
Yeah.

He's like a teenage girl.

He has called me
every day this week.

He wants to fly up from Miami
for a visit.

Well, now that Angie's
filed for divorce,

he needs a distraction.

I'm sorry.

I mean, it'd be nice
if you'd let the nagging voice

of self-doubt in the back of
my head speak for itself,

but you are right.

So, what are your plans
for today?

Well, Katherine hooked me up
with her contact at the DMV,

and I got the address where
Valerie's car is registered.

I'm gonna go give her
her last week's pay,

and then beg for
forgiveness.

Maybe I should just
stay here with you.

No, no, no, no.
Please go.

I don't want to feel guilty
for keeping you trapped

in the house,
and this is not like before.

I'm not thinking about
hurting myself.

Look, look, I'm already
putting on my house shoes.

And I'm gonna call Dr. Heller,

make an appointment.

Okay.

I'll be back in an hour.

Kiana sent me these shells
from the Gulf of Mexico,

so I have to find something
good to put in my letter.

How about glitter?

Glitter's cancelled, Mom.
It's a micro plastic.

It ends up in the fish,
then it ends up in you.

Uh, paper confetti?

Cool!

Why don't I just send
her a picture of me

standing in what used to
be a rainforest?

Okay, what about an origami
heart made from old newspaper?

Nailed it.

Thanks.

If you want, I can make one for
you to give to your boyfriend.

My -- My boyfriend?

You had a date the other day,
didn't you?

You were wearing
your special perfume.

Oh. Um, you got me.

I, um -- I went out
with someone, um...

but they're not
my boyfriend.

Oh.

So, how are you
with all that?

I'm okay with it.

I mean, I want you
to be happy.

Does Dad know?

Not yet.
It was just a first date.

Well, if you like him,
I hope there's a second.

Carter: Uh, hello, let me in.

I have very important things
to discuss.

Hey, what are
you doing here?

I have a big update
on the Strobe case.

T, why don't you
head upstairs

and get folding while
we talk business?

S'up, Carter?
Looking fly.

Well, thank you.

Um, the judge approved
a motion for you to,

um, bump up
the court date.

The defense
has no grounds,

and the evidence is,
um...mounting.

Okay, drop the code.
What'd you find on Greta?

Turns out your former BFF
is living the best revenge,

if being basically a celebrity
tattoo artist is revenge,

which it certainly is
in my book.

Katherine: Wow.
She looks so cool.

Except for apparently
how much she hates me.

I'm sure she doesn't
hate you.

She's just ignoring
your DMs because she's busy

being hot
and sought after.

No, I think she might
really hate me.

What happened
with you guys?

We were best friends
all through middle school.

She stayed over at my house
almost every weekend.

One time, I was sick,

and she got up and went
to the doughnut shop

to help my parents out
with the weekend rush,

and then she ate
too many crullers

and then she got
really sick,

and then we spent the rest
of the weekend

watching Miyazaki films.

Well,
I like her already.

And then sophomore year,

she asked me to go to
the homecoming dance.

What did you say?

I said I was waiting for
John Hatcher to ask me,

and I didn't want to just
go with a friend.

Well, that's not so bad.

And then she said, "I'm not
asking you as a friend."

Oh, my God.

This is like "One Tree Hill",
but with gay stuff.

I just laughed it off
like she was joking,

but I knew she wasn't,
and she knew I knew.

Uh, things were just awkward
after that,

and, um,
I kind of avoided her,

and we haven't talked
since graduation.

Mm, well, there's only
one way to find out

if she's still
mad about it.

File an injunction against her
for a fictitious reason

and be like,
"Ha-ha, just kidding"?

Or you could go
to Strobe Lights.

That's the name of
her tattoo parlor.

Act like you're there
as a customer,

and then you'll have
your chance to apologize.

I'm definitely not
getting a tattoo.

You don't have
to get a tat.

You just have to look like

you're thinking about
getting a tat.

But that's a lie.

Oh, my God. Have you even seen
"One Tree Hill"?

If you want to apologize,

contact must be made
by any means necessary.

Rise and shine,
sleepyhead.

What are you
doing here?

I talked to Gina.

She called, and she told me
what was going on.

She shouldn't have, man.
I'm fine.

Really? Because it is 11:30,
and you are still in bed.

Yeah, 'cause I'm working
on the visualization techniques

Dr. Heller taught me.

Right now, I'm lying
on a beach in Maui

sipping on
a fruity umbrella drink.

The cabana boy's about
to bring me a burger.

Maui? Okay.

Come on.

You're going for a ride.

I promised Regina
I'd keep an eye on you,

and I've got
a whole day planned.

I took a risk there.

I've never been so happy
to see pants.

I'm not getting out
of this bed, man.

Fine.

If you're not getting out,
I am coming in.

You want to be big spoon
or little spoon?

Neither.Little spoon it is.

Oh, Rome,
your bald head smells great.

Bro, take your spoon
and fork off. Seriously.

I didn't want to
have to do this,

but I'm about to roll out
the sweet nothings.

Alright. Okay.

Alright.

Aw, man.

I take it you're
not into ASMR?

Dude, you know I hate
that stuff.

Sends chills
up my spine, man.

Well, at least one of us can
still feel chills in his spine.

Fine.
You can text Gina

and tell her you've
got eyes on me.

But let her know
it's a hostage situation.

Let's go have some fun!

I know this whole
thing seems crazy,

but I really have no other way
of getting in touch with her.

Well, how did I not know

that you lost a client
to suicide?

Because I never
told anyone.

Justin was actually one
of my first clients

in my private practice,

and he was referred to me

to help with his anxiety.

His brother had
cystic fibrosis

and didn't make it
to high school.

Well, I certainly get
why you wanted to help.

Yeah, and I think I did.

At first.

I loved that.

But when I realized that
Justin was developing

feelings for me, I tried
to talk to him about it.

And he wouldn't.

So, I referred him
to another therapist.

When I heard that
he had taken his life,

I was devastated.

Not long after that,
I moved to Boston.

Well,
that's why you knew

so much about what John
was going through.

That whole analogy about
JFK Jr. and his plane.

Yeah. Justin lost sight
of the horizon.

But he wasn't your client
when he died.

So, why is his mother
blaming you?

I mean, you saw
the journal entries.

His feelings for me
didn't end with our therapy.

So...what?

You want to go
set the record straight?

No. No.

It's -- That's not what
this is about.

I heard the pain
in her voice.

This woman has lost
two children.

I just hate the idea that she
might not be getting the help

that she so clearly needs
because of mistakes I made.

What mistakes?

What mistake did you make?

I mean, m-mistakes
she thinks I made.

Ugh, I love this song!

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Hi. I'm looking for
Valerie Sandoval.

I'm Valerie.

Oh.

You're looking
for my mom.

Oh. Um, just want to talk
to her about job stuff.

Is she home?

She doesn't live here.

Oh.

Do you have any idea
where she is?

I thought you said
we were gonna have fun?

And we are.

Today's actually
a big day for me.

I am seven rides away from
Mov'n Groov'n status.

Come on.

You'll be Goose,
I'll be Maverick.

I handle the road, you handle
music and climate control.

But remember, be polite.
I have a 4.9 rating.

If I get a 5,
they send me a hat.

Hey, there.

Alright. Joey C.?

Joey C.: Yeah.Great.

Let's find out where
we're headed today.

The airport. Good.

We will have you
there in...

...52 minutes.

Hmm.

Woman: Hey, Adam.
So good to see you.

Hi.

Cool place.

Just, uh, really like
the artwork,

especially
the single needle designs.

Wondering if --

Name?

Oh, uh, Katherine.

But I don't have
an appointment.

You're kidding.

No.

I thought Greta might
be able to squeeze me in,

get some ink.

Some "ink"?

Let's see.

Greta's next opening
is in three weeks.

Do you want to take it?

Oh. Uh, no.
No, that's okay.

Um, I mean,
maybe I might,

but, uh, I just have to check
my schedule and call back.

Great.

Okay.

Bye, then.

Uh...

bye.

Katherine?

Uh, hey, yeah. I-It's me.

I'm here to
make an appointment.

Um,
but you're very busy,

so I'll just
come back another --

No, no.
I-I'm almost done here.

Just hang on a sec.

Hey, Meetra,
can you push the rest

of my appointments
for today?

My good friend Katherine
wants a tattoo.

GPS Voice: You have arrived
at your destination.

You know, you don't
have to do this.

Maybe we just went
for a long drive.

Took a bit of a detour
through Albany

on our way to
Boston Public Market

for Q's Nuts,

which was a missed opportunity
to name it D's Nuts.

My point is, just because
we came all this way

doesn't mean you have to go
through with it.

Yes, I do.

Can I ask you something?

How is this any different
from you telling Sophie

not to go visit the Gregorys
and her doing it anyway?

Because unlike Sophie,

I'm not here to
try to get answers.

I'm here to help Meredith
get the help she needs.

Okay.

What?
What?

You're trying to fix someone
that hasn't asked for it.

And the only reason I know
that's a problem

is because you've been
telling me that

ever since
I've known you.

Okay. You know what?

Two weeks of therapy with
Dr. Jessica does not make you

an expert
in human behavior.

You're right.

I just know that if I could
go back to Peter's doorstep

and stop myself
from going inside,

that is exactly
what I would do.

Maggie.

It's me.

What are
we really doing here?

We...

I'm here
to say I'm sorry.

So, you probably
saw my DMs.

Oh, no. Um, my assistant
runs my socials.

You sent me a message?

Just that I've been considering
getting a tat for a while,

and, uh...

I heard you're one of
the best artists in town.

Hmm.

What kind of
a tattoo do you want?

Oh. Um...

maybe something around Theo,
my son,

or, I don't know...
personal empowerment?

Okay, I'm lying.

I didn't really come here
to get a tattoo.

I...I came here
to apologize.

For what?

For that day
on the beach.

For being so weird when
you asked me to homecoming.

That was a long time ago.
I-I've let it go.

It mostly just sucked
losing my best friend.

I know.

I can't imagine what
that was like

to finally reveal your truth
to someone you really care about

and have them
just disappear.

I'm so sorry.

You know, I skipped
the homecoming dance,

and I got my first tattoo
that night.

It was a little Totoro.

Shockingly, the college ladies
didn't love that,

so I got it
covered with this.

I guess in some ways,

I have you to thank
for making me what I am.

Well, I don't know
if this will help or hurt,

but I recently realized
why -- why I pushed you away.

Yeah, you didn't want to be
associated with the queer girl.

I g-- I get it.

No.

It's because I had
feelings for you.

I just didn't realize it
at the time.

I think I was too scared.

Uh-huh. Sure.

Really.

I, um -- I recently got
divorced,

and, um, a lot of stuff
has come up for me,

stuff I think I wasn't ready
to admit back then.

Wow.

How about this?

You always
loved the water.

Waves are pretty powerful.

Plus, sometimes,
it takes a minute for them

to catch up to themselves.

Rome: Dude, I can't believe
he got mad at you

for calling him
Al Pacino.

Eddie:
"Hoo-ah!"

There you go. See?

I knew we could put a smile
on your face today.

Ed, I appreciate what
you're doing, man,

but I-I don't need
a babysitter.

I'm pretty sure I've said
the same thing a few times

over the years,
but no matter what,

you're always
looking out for me.

I can't lose that.

There's a difference between
what I'm feeling now --

like I can't
get out of bed --

and what I was feeling
the last time --

like I couldn't
keep going.

Do you know
what triggered it?

I don't know.

I mean, taking my film
on the road was amazing,

seeing how
it affected people,

but afterwards,
there'd be these conversations.

Everyone needed me
to just hear their own stories

of what it was like
being Black in America,

and I think
it just started sinking in.

Carrying that with me,

feeling like there was only
so much I could do to help.

That makes sense.

Add to that...

waking up
every morning alone

with Gina being gone
for so long.

Have you told her that?

No.

I'm not gonna put that
on her, man.

She needs to live
her life.

She needs to hear
what's going on in your head,

because what was going on
in hers was probably way worse.

Ooh!

Buckle up.

Celtics game
just got out.

Oh, no.

Not doing that.

It's okay.

We have someplace else
we need to be anyway.

Small confession.

This wasn't just about
teaching you the intricacies

of my hustle.

It was a stall tactic.

When I got my diagnosis,
my supervisor suggested

that I put my practice
on hold,

but I kept seeing
a few clients.

You weren't gonna let
cancer win.

No, exactly.

And I really thought
that I could help Justin.

He was processing so much grief
over his brother,

and he was confused
about his feelings for me,

and I was trying to address
all of that at our last session.

And I-I-I reached up
to tuck my hair behind my ear,

and...

a huge chunk of it
came out in my hand.

I started treatment
so quickly.

It was the first time that it --
it hit me that I had cancer.

After that,
I just lost it.

I started crying.

And he came over
to hand me a tissue,

and when I looked up
to thank him...

Whatever it is,

you can tell me.

He kissed me.

It was happening
before I even realized it,

and I-I pulled away.

But maybe -- maybe I didn't
pull away as soon as I could've,

but in that moment, I think
I really needed the attention.

I told him that kissing me
was inappropriate,

and that as much
as he was trying to help me,

that our sessions really
needed to be

about me being there
for him.

And then our time was up.

And, uh, he left.

The next day,

got an e-mail that he was
canceling our next session.

I tried to follow up, but after
that, it was just...silence.

But, Maggie, you didn't ask
for that kiss.

That's not on you.

No, but I should have
reported it to my supervisor.

That is protocol.

I was just too scared.

He would've looked into
the case.

My license
could've been suspended.

And when I found out
he died,

I tried to put
as much distance as I could

between me and Chicago.

But...

It wasn't until
I saw those journal entries

and the drawing
he made of me

that I realized
how obsessed he was.

Meredith wasn't wrong.

I failed him.

As someone once told me...

when I was blaming myself
for Jon's death,

it is never
just one thing.

Justin lost sight
of the horizon.

Yeah, he lost sight
of the horizon.

But I was
the storm cloud.

So, what's your move,
Bloom?

'Cause I'm guessing
that'syour stalker.

I don't know.
I don't know what to do.

My head is so scrambled
right now.

Look, if walking over there
and apologizing to that woman

is gonna make you feel better,
then by all means.

Don't let me stop you.

No, that's exactly it.

I...

I'm here to ask
for forgiveness,

but that's to make me
feel better.

Maybe...

Maybe she needs to blame me
for this

so that she doesn't
have to blame herself.

Wow, Dr. Jessica
has got nothing on you.

Don't tell her
I said that

in your secret
therapist chatroom,

which I know exists.

So, what do we do?

We go find
some comfort food?

The Albany equivalent
of Q's Nuts?

No.

No, I need to get back
to Boston.

I need to go on the air.

So, this is
the surprise?

The smell of chlorine
and old socks

supposed to treat
depression?

My trainer Russ works here
on Tuesdays.

He said
we could hang out,

but the pool's
only part of it.

Check it out.

It's not the beach on Maui
you were visualizing earlier,

but it's the best
we could do

in the middle of winter
in Boston.

This guy Russ
must really like you.

He does.

But not as much
as Sophie likes you.

She did all of this.

Said she owed you for
helping her when she
was in a bad place.

It's her way
of saying thanks.

You're a pretty hard woman
to track down.

My new landlord
lives on the second floor.

If you want, you can tell him
all about my criminal record

and then he can raise
the rent on me

just 'cause he knows
he can.

Alright, I deserve that.

I messed up in Miami.
I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

Now you can stop calling
and texting me every day.

Got this for you.

I forced them to do
more vanilla pumps

than anyone's comfortable with,
just how you like it.

This is also for you --
your last paycheck.

You don't have to pay me.
I didn't work.

You didn't work
because of me.

That's for you.

I don't expect you
to actually forgive me,

but...

at least I was honest
with you.

We spent every day together
for six months.

Why didn't you tell me
you have a daughter?

How do you know that?

Because I met her.

I went to your mom's house
to try to find you

so that I could pay you.

Regina, that's like
five steps too far.

You totally crossed
the line.

She looks
so much like you.

You really think so?

Wait, do you remember
Nathan Moretty?

Oh, my God,
how could I forget?

He badgered me for months
wanting to take me

on this, like, dream date
to a place he described as,

"A place so amazing

I couldn't possibly imagine
how magical it was."

Oh, no.

It was the wax museum.

And then when I finally caved
and we went there,

I think it clicked for him

that we were not going to
end up together

because I would not
stop staring

at the Drew Barrymore
figure.

He was so disappointed.

Wait a minute.

He asked youout
after that.

Twice, but to be fair,

he asked the whole school,
so I guess he just lost track.

Will you stand for me?

Yeah, or he just
really wanted to go out with

the cutest girl
in our class.

Hardly.

Oh, wow.

I love it.

Okay, let's do it.

Ah, sleep on it
for a few days.

I don't need
to sleep on it.

I get a lot of
recently divorced women in here

making impulsive decisions.

That stencil will last
a week.

You owe it to yourself

to see if this whole thing
is just a phase.

Well, too bad for them,
but this is not just a phase.

I want it.

Now.

Valerie: Vali's dad
was out of the picture

as soon as that pregnancy test
was positive,

but I knew I could manage
raising her alone,

and that's what I did.

Things were good,
but then I got greedy.

Someone taught me how to clone
credit-card numbers.

$10 here, $15 there.

It added up.

I told myself
I was doing it for Vali,

but the truth is
it doesn't really matter why.

I was wrong,
and I got caught.

I was in
for three years.

Three years?
For stolen credit cards?

I was originally sentenced
to two and a half.

I promised Vali I'd be out
for her 13th birthday.

And then my mom said Vali was
getting in trouble at school.

When I heard that,
I got desperate.

I got ahold
of a burner phone

so that I could talk to her
every night.

I mean,
she needed her mom.

Of course she did.

When they found it in my cell,
I got six more months.

I didn't make it out
for her birthday.

And when I finally
did get out,

she made it clear she didn't
want me in her life anymore.

And who could blame her?

I mean,
I'd missed everything.

Her first dance,
her first kiss.

How do you get that back?

You don't.

But as someone
who has pushed away a parent,

I feel confident saying that
you should do whatever you can

to make sure
you don't lose any more.

It's too far gone.

Besides, I could never
give her the life

my parents are giving her.

I can't even get a job
right now.

For a minute in Miami,

I thought I was doing something
that might make Vali proud.

But instead,
I screwed that up, too.

Mnh-mnh,
you didn't screw it up.

I did.

I'm sorry
I iced you out.

Hey, it's okay.

I just -- I appreciate
you giving me a second chance.

We all deserve them,
right?

Thank you
for doing this.

I know
it's not gonna fix anything,

but I just wanted to give you
a good day.

Talk to me, Goose.

Did I tell you they're gonna
air my film on PBS?

Dude!
Congratulations, man!

That's so cool.Yes, it is.

And the depression's
still here.

It's why this time
I'm realizing

it's gonna be like this
my whole life.

It's never gonna go away
forever.

I get that.

But I just think

it's about getting up
every day

and doing
what you have to do,

even if it's harder now.

You are absolutely right,
bro.

What's happening?

What are you doing?

Oh,
we're going swimming.

No, Rome,
I'm serious, man.

I don't know if I can swim
like this, come on.

Well,
you said it yourself.

You got to do
what you got to do,

even if it's harder now.

How's it feel?

Feels amazing.

Oh, my God.

Dude!

I think I'm standing!

Whoo!
Oh-ho!

Bro!

I forgot how tall
you are.

Even in the chair,
I'm taller than you.

Is that right, huh?

Is that really?

Well, that was
quite a journey.

Put some clicks
on the old odometer,

worked through
some complicated stuff.

Finally agreed
that Agnetha Faltskog,

Anni-Frid Lyngstad,
Bjorn Ulvaeus,

and Benny Andersson make up
the supergroup ABBA.

Ah, thank you
for coming with me.

And thank you for telling me
what I needed to hear

and not
what I wanted to hear.

I hope you know that no matter
what happened in the past,

you're a really good
human.

I mean it.

You're the best.

Sports Announcer: Big sports
news out of Pittsburgh tonight.

Camden Lamoureux
of the Boston Bruins

got off the ice
after the second period

and didn't return
for the third.

Word is
it's an ankle injury.

Hey, it's me.
I just heard the news.

Are you okay?
Call me back.

Wha-- Hey.
Hey.

Oh, my God, I was just --
wait, is your ankle okay?

Oh.

It's fine.

Don't tell ESPN.

When you texted me that
you were going live on the air,

I wanted to be here
with you.

But, Cam, your game.

Eh, so I miss
the last period.

Those guys need the workout,
trust me.

I'm so glad you're here.

Maggie, I should've gone
to Albany with you.

I want that to be my job
from now on.

Claudia: Maggie.

You're on the air
in five.

When Jane comes to kill me,

I'm gonna tell her you tied me
up with a mic cable.

Cam, come with me.Yeah. Good luck.

Welcome to
"In the Room with Dr. Bloom."

Tonight, I want to talk about
holding ourselves accountable

for mistakes
when we make them.

Hey, Dad, it's me.

I was thinking,
you should come up next weekend.

I'd love to catch a game
with you.

Maggie: I also want to
talk about forgiveness

and second chances

and to contemplate
what it means

to learn from
and let go of the past

and find a new path forward,

with all of the lessons
we've learned along the way

as our guide.

Rome:
Hey, Dr. Heller.

Rome Howard.

Yeah.

Yeah, I-I wanted to make
an appointment

if you have anything
for tomorrow.

O-Okay.

Great.

Y-Yeah, I'll --
I'll see you then.

Maggie:
Because those lessons,

while sometimes painful
to experience,

will hopefully make things
a little easier

as we go forward.

You told Eddie about
my depression being back?

Yes, I did.

Thank you.

Come here.

And if things
still seem impossible,

just know that leaning on
your loved ones and friends

can help bridge that gap.

You're my favorite spoon.

You may have heard a caller
the other day,

one that was very angry
at me

because of the loss and pain
that she's feeling.

Meredith, if you are listening,
and I hope you are,

I'm sorry that
you've been through so much,

and I hope that
your anger at me

does not stop you from seeking
the help you deserve.

But please just be gentle
with yourself,

because the weight
you are carrying

would crush
even the strongest of us.

And on a personal note,

I also want to thank someone
I leaned on today,

someone who went to great
lengths to be there for me.

Someone I love.