Elijah was grateful he was being seen so easy. Everything in him felt weird being here. As he sat, he slowly folded his hands over his lap and hung his head. It took him a moment to form the words.

"I-it's not..physical..but..please.. I need help. I've been stressed. It isn't just work. T-there's this paper that prints rumors saying some things about me. And.. maybe it's all in my head. I know it's been spreading but.. " he covered his face. "I feel like people are staring and whispering. Maybe it's in my head. I can't sleep well. I can't eat well. Is there something you can do?"