FOR THE DAMAGED / open, mental health class

[madster]

malphas had heard of so many issues with people and their brains, and he was trying his best to comfort them despite his own issues. he was honestly left overworked and tired at the end of every day. he decided to hold a quick emergency-situation first aid class which covered the dos and don'ts of comforting people with depression and other mental illnesses. after all, he wondered if he wouldn't have tried to kill himself twice if he had somebody to talk to. so much of his trauma could have been avoided if there was someone there. so, he set out to make sure everybody had someone.

"hey, tanglers and newtangs," he announced, red eyes wide as he sat in the middle of camp. "it's come to my attention that we're struggling a bit in the mental health department, and i want this clan to be equipped to handle each other's problems. if you're interested, come and sit and listen," he said, stretching. "i also brought non-alcoholic drinks, and i think they're pretty good." he had brought lemonade and different canned sodas, of course.