I've been internally struggling for some time now. Eventually, I sucked it up and went to a therapist. They were able to help me with my problems. I took their tips to heart and I found success in my relationships and mental health. They were very helpful! At least until the government intervened.
Seeing my therapist talk about dark topics when I opened up to them disturbed them. The public shouldn't be discussing those unwholesome topics. It would ruin their image. They killed them.
I walked into their office and saw government agents pointing guns at them. I couldn't do anything. They pulled the trigger. As my therapist's brains and blood splattered the walls and floor, the government agents just smiled at me. They told me that a "government mandated therapist" would be there shortly. Before the left, they put the gun in the therapist's hand and placed a prewritten suicide note next to their body.
My only source of mental health was gone. I had to find some way to help myself, and yet I couldn't let go of my therapist's death. Why should I accept a new therapist who would have to censor themself for the government's sake? I placed their body in the trunk of my car and drove back home.
In my basement, I sat the body in a chair and began to vent to it. I moved the mouth like a puppet, making it seem like someone was actually listening to my problems and sympathized with me. I mimicked their voice, giving myself tips that I knew wouldn't work and that I would never use. Every time I was stressed, I would talk to their corpse. They listened, but never truly helped me again. At least we both had the freedom of speech without the risk of censorship, right?