Breaking Point

The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in sync with Kageyama's racing thoughts as he walked to the meeting with Mr. Tsukishima, the echoes of his past experiences still resonating deeply within him. He had been putting off this meeting for what felt like an eternity, but something about Hinata's message had sparked a sense of determination within him. As he entered the school's counseling office, Kageyama was greeted by the familiar face of Mr. Tsukishima, a middle-aged man with a kind expression and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose. The psychologist's office was a cozy space, filled with books and papers, and a small water fountain that seemed to provide a soothing background noise. "Ah, Kageyama, thank you for coming," Mr. Tsukishima said, his voice warm and welcoming. "Please, have a seat." Kageyama sat down, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over him. He had been dreading this conversation for weeks, but he knew it was necessary. Mr. Tsukishima leaned back in his chair, a notepad and pen at the ready. "So, Kageyama, I understand you've been struggling with some difficult memories," he said, his eyes locked on Kageyama's. "Can you tell me more about what's been going on?" Kageyama hesitated, unsure of where to start. He had been carrying this burden for so long, and it felt like a weight was crushing him. He took a deep breath, and the words began to spill out. "I just feel so helpless all the time," he said, his voice cracking. "Like I'm trapped in this never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. I try to move forward, but I always end up right back where I started." Mr. Tsukishima nodded sympathetically, his expression a mixture of understanding and concern. "It sounds like you're carrying a heavy emotional burden, Kageyama," he said. "But I want you to know that you're not alone. We can work through this together, and I can help you find ways to cope with your feelings." Kageyama felt a lump form in his throat as he listened to Mr. Tsukishima's words. He had been feeling so drained for so long, like he was running on empty and couldn't find a way to refill his tank. He felt like he was drowning in his emotions, and he didn't know how to keep his head above water. As the session went on, Kageyama found himself opening up in ways he never thought possible. He shared his fears, his anxieties, and his deepest concerns with Mr. Tsukishima, who listened attentively and offered words of encouragement. But despite the progress they made, Kageyama couldn't shake the feeling of exhaustion that had been building up inside him. He felt like he was running on fumes, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep going. As the session came to a close, Mr. Tsukishima handed Kageyama a small piece of paper with a phone number on it. "I want you to call me if you need to talk, okay?" he said. "And don't be afraid to reach out to your friends and family for support. You don't have to go through this alone." Kageyama nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Mr. Tsukishima. He knew he still had a long way to go, but for the first time in months, he felt like he might actually be able to find a way out of the darkness. As he walked out of the office, he felt a glimmer of hope that he hadn't felt in a long time. But he also knew that he was far from being out of the woods, and that the road to recovery would be long and arduous.