Therapist.

Seeing a therapist meant she was out of her senses, yeah?

"I-I'm not out of my senses,” She bent down to pick the comb, then continued combing her hair. “I’m not mad. I - I don't need a therapist. Only crazy people do. Even Valerie said I'm a strong woman,” a smile appeared on her face, and the comb fell from her shaky hands again, making the smile disappear.

Immediately, the image of herself being raped flashes in front of her eyes, and her knees buckled.

"Again, having that mental imbalance might make her remember the assault,"

Saige staggered on her feet, and her butt landed on the bed....