"I just, I don't know if I can handle this quarter," Sunny muttered. "Fall quarter is just the worst for me...I don't know why but I just feel so unhappy and my stomach hurts so much because I'm so miserable." "Your stomach hurts?" "Yeah, I think it's some psycho...psycho-somatic reaction? Wow, that is a big word for me," Sunny mumbled, scratching her hair. "It only hurts when I think about how much I hate myself and how I keep on spiraling down into more and more disappointing stuff. It literally doesn't happy any other time, only when I'm triggered." "I see," the counselor (Dr. Ling? Oh god, why was she so bad at names?) nodded and wrote down something. "Well Sunny, I think this is still something worth looking into. Maybe head over to the Student Health Building and get a physic

