Lily's never been a person to act as if she's too good to ask for help. Her pride's not that big and while she'll exhaust other options before she does ask and it usually takes time, she's not afraid to admit she needs help, that she can't do something alone or handle it all by herself. And she's been seeing a therapist for as long as she can remember -- with her goddamn family issues couple with life she had long discovered it was necessary -- even if she wasn't regular in her appointments.

Taking the medication he'd given her was enough to keep her stable. At least for a while.

"Its been a few weeks since we last spoke, Lily. So, what's changed since the last time you were here?"

Lily pauses -- the question is a little loaded, a little heavy, and she's admittedly been slack in her appointments and everything's just built up and there seems to be little escape and few ways out of the crushing feeling that's overwhelmed her for weeks. Months, even, if she's being totally honest (a year, actually, she'd realize after the appointment. Almost.) with herself. But life had gotten in the way and she wasn't coming here like she knew she should, too busy burying herself in work, the world around her, and the lives of others instead of focusing on her own because there were times that she felt as if she let it all go, let herself feel the things she wanted and needed to feel, she would drown in all of them. And that was something she could not begin to deal with, when it came down to it.

So the doctor's question makes her shuffle in her seat, shrug her shoulders, and twist her hair around her fingers and avoid eye contact with him. She can still feel his gaze on her and she looks up. Shrugs again. Her hands twist together and she's quiet -- he doesn't push her and she sighs, then laughs, shaking her head. Lily can't help the small smile that plays on her lips. It's all ridiculous, actually, every last minute, second, and detail of the things that had been going on. It was hard to keep an air of normal, to pretend life was perfectly stable and average. Or as stable as average as it could possibly be with what the rest of the world knew about the situation.

Powers and gifts and people who could completely change the world and it was a story she was sitting on on her own, mostly, and she was itching to do something more with, but she couldn't. Not yet.

Secrets and lies and pretending she doesn't know about secrets and lies, keeping and giving out her own. Anything to navigate her way through the surreal things that surrounded her these days. There were times she still wasn't entirely convinced that she wasn't completely crazy. The only thing that kept her grounded was knowing she wasn't alone. It had taken some time, but she knew, if nothing else, she wasn't totally crazy.

At least she wasn't crazy for these particular reasons.

She's laughing again and the doctor raises a brow at her, but remains quiet. She knows he's judging her, just a little, but there's an amused expression on his face. "Miss West?" He asks, looking at her with his head tilted to the side.

Lily just settles back in her seat, her own brows raised, arms folded over her chest. She's still smiling, though, a thoughtful expression on her face. She could think about things, sure, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized she could do something, if she worked hard enough, and played her cards the right way. It wouldn't stop the chaos in her own life and how things just weren't working out in her favor as of late (but she could smile and nod and breeze through as if everything was normal and people rarely questioned her, something she was okay with), but this gave her a renewed feeling of passion and drive she'd been lacking.

"I wouldn't know where to begin."