Hi, can I help you? Hi, you won’t remember me. My name is Yasmin Khan. Nobody’s coming, Yaz. You’re alone in the dark. There’s a girl in my room who chose to stay in a very broken, unhealthy place for so many reasons. She stayed because she felt… Just… Just stop. Unworthy. Stop believing me, okay? Unloved. People are worried about you. No, they’re not. Your sister is. I am not worth it. Unworthy of being loved. Most of the time… Most days, I feel… You should cry. Let go. Nothing. Of what? I don’t feel anything. I am miserable. My life, it doesn’t work, nothing’s ever fixed that. I wake up, and I think: Again, really? Why won’t it just end? Why does it just keep getting worse and worse? I have to do this again? I don’t think there’s a place for me here. You must be feeling pretty trapped and alone. I know how you feel, Harry. No, you don’t. I’m feeling way more than that. That’s better than the other way. Trying to find ways of making myself feel something. Feeling things isn’t wrong. More and more and more. I did it myself. Doesn’t make any difference. It’s starting again, and it feels like my head’s about to explode if it doesn’t stop stop. I just need it to stop. It’s too much, it’s all too much. Hey, hey. Let me go. And everything stops. You know when you’re drowning, you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out. Trying to distance yourself from everyone else so they don’t drown in your wake. The instinct in that what any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your heads exploding. Everything you feel you feel and wish and want to forget… It all just sinks. Then when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. Then suddenly… It’s not scary anymore. It’s actually kind of peaceful. You give it air again. Give it life again. If you’re drowning and you’re trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment… But if you choose to not open your mouth… To not let the water in? What if this moment where you want to run away from everyone, including yourself, is just that? A moment. What if we find a way to get you through it and out the other side? I mean, what if it just gets worse? What if it’s agony now and then… I’ve been where you are. It’s just hell later on. Moments change. You gotta move on. Felt like it was just me. It’s not just you. I’ll make you a deal. Look me up in three years. If I’m wrong, I’ll give you 50 quid. Gotta move on… But if I’m right… I’ve got something for you. You owe me 50p. If you’re going through hell, keep going.