Your Questions About Couples Therapy Exposed

How do these chapter summaries sound?

I’m planning on 10 chapters, the overall page number being around 100 (it’s my first book…). I’ve mapped my chapters, but don’t know if they’re interesting enough. Help?

Prologue- Katrina commits suicide by jumping off a bridge, leaving her sister and parents alone.
Chapter 1- Natalie goes to school, smokes a joint, get caught by her new neighbor, Patrick
Chapter 2- Natalie skips school, deciding to head to the slums of town. She uses the money her sister left her to buy some pills from a gang. Patrick followed her, and caught her again. She tells him off, hits him, and storms off
Chapter 3- Skips to Friday. Natalie gets in a fist fight with a person. When Patrick pulls her away, he asks her why she punched him first. She replied ‘he called my sister a mental nut job’. She gets suspended for a week.
Chapter 4- Patrick tells Natalie he’s worried about her. Natalie tells him ‘don’t be. It’s not gonna be easy to worry about a mess like me’. He questions her about her sister. She shuts up and stops talking. He sees her crying and pesters her about it. She finally tells him about her sister committing suicide.
Chapter 5- Patrick catches Natalie smoking and popping pills, even though she promised him she wouldn’t. He grabs her wrist, digging his nails into her fresh cuts. He takes her to the nurse, seeing blood on her shirt, and the nurse finds the cuts. They, along with her therapist and parents, decide to put her in a mental hospital.
Chapter 6- Natalie spends her first night in the hospital. She’s scared of it, not liking the patients that’ll use anything to kill themselves. When her parents come to visit her, she sends them away. Patrick comes to visit her, she allows him to stay, only to show him what he’s putting her through by exposing her cuts.
Chapter 7- Natalie’s been in the hospital for a couple days now. She’s gotten worse and worse. Nurses have to force feed her, and at night, she’ll scream and throw things around the room, scaring the other patients. The doctors decide to put her in a gurney with straps for her arms and legs instead of a regular bed.
Chapter 8- Natalie is found in her bathroom, bleeding horribly. They doctors see she’s been carving things into her flesh with a piece of glass from the broken mirror. She’s passed out on the floor from loss of blood. She’s treated, and when she wakes up, she sees Patrick examining her arm, reading the words she carved into her skin. He tells her ‘you’re not worthless, no matter how many times you write it’ before leaving her room, promising her he wouldn’t come back to visit her anymore. She’s devastated, deciding she’s now better off dead.
Chapter 9- Natalie escapes the hospital. Patrick finds her on the bridge Katrina jumped from. He begs her to get down, and finally she does. She faints, falling into his arms, and dreams of Katrina. In the dream, Katrina hugs her and tells her how proud she is of her for living. When Natalie wakes up, she promises Patrick she’ll try to get better. To prove it, she FINALLY speaks for the first time at the group therapy. The nurses agreed to let Patrick stay for the group therapy, hoping it would motivate Natalie.
Chapter 10- Epilogue- Natalie gets out of the hospital and runs to Patrick. They hug, and he kisses her for the first time. She looks over at the fountain and catches a glimpse of her dead sister, Katrina, before walking away from the hospital with Patrick.

What type of monologues is good to audition with?

I have an audition next week for my high school’s production of the Vagina Monologues. I’ve never auditioned for anything before, so I was wondering what type of monologue is good to audition with? Comedic? I’ve always heard not to do anything dramatic or anything from a movie. Why?

Also, I’ve found a couple that I like. What do you guys think?

if you watch this, then i’m already dead. wow. just joking. so, this is my face. and this is my other face. this is my name, and this is my therapy video. abracadabra. wow. i like boys on swings and girls on skateboards. i like babies in highchairs. i like pharmaceutical medical wrappers. i like people in hats with big eyebrows. i like people in hats with big eyebrows with mustaches. i like water caught in a spider’s web. i like wearing all my clothes at once. i like people who don’t smile. ever. i like people who smile. i like hair that goes on and on. i love food. in some ways i love everything. it’s less.. less of a thing than like, less distinct, less particular. i like the things that i like, but i love everything. there’s much more choice in like. because even the worst things have things to love in them. i love thing so much i feel i could float away. that’s wrong. my mom understands how to float every day. i don’t understand that so much. i don’t know what you mean about things i hate. i hate war. i hate swimming costumes that cling. i hate dripping taps. but i also sort of love dripping taps. i hate invitations. i hate radiations. i hate this. wow. sorry, dr. stock.

We are getting along very well now, Adam and I, and getting better and better acquainted. He does not try to avoid me any more, which is a good sign, and shows that he likes to have me with him. That pleases me, and I study to be useful to him in every way I can, so as to increase his regard. During the last day or two I have taken all the work of naming things off his hands, and this has been a great relief to him, for he has no gift in that line, and is evidently very grateful. He can’t think of a rational name to save him, but I do not let him see that I am aware of his defect. Whenever a new creature comes along I name it before he has time to expose himself by an awkward silence. In this way I have saved him many embarrassments. I have no defect like this. The minute I set eyes on an animal I know what it is. I don’t have to reflect a moment; the right name comes out instantly, just as if it were an inspiration, as no doubt it is, for I am sure it wasn’t in me half a minute before. I seem to know just by the shape of the creature and the way it acts what animal it is. When the dodo came along he thought it was a wildcat–I saw it in his eye. But I saved him. And I was careful not to do it in a way that could hurt his pride. I just spoke up in a quite natural way of pleasing surprise, and not as if I was dreaming of conveying information, and said, “Well, I do declare, if there isn’t the dodo!” I explained–without seeming to be explaining–how I know it for a dodo, and although I thought maybe he was a little piqued that I knew the creature when he didn’t, it was quite evident that he admired me. That was very agreeable, and I thought of it more than once with gratification before I slept. How little a thing can make us happy when we feel that we have earned it!

I think i have social anxiety……?

Because i can’t go out anymore. When i do it’s like this feeling of dread and i want to cry, i always think people are looking at me and when i hear someone laugh i’m sure it’s at me because i’m ugly or whatever, even if someone jut comes to my house i wish they would go.

My family came down to visit for the first time in a couple of years yesterday and i was so nervous i couldn’t go down to see them and when my grandma came up to ask me to go down i cried, had a panic attack and hid under the bed for 2 hours in case they came in. I felt so embarrassed after, but the anxiety was just so much. I’m also not in school at the moment and am receiving home tuition. I’ve tried to push myself into situations that expose the anxiety to try and overcome it but it just majorly pushes me back and makes the anxiety worse.

I don’t know what to do, i literally don’t go outside anymore or see anyone other than close family. The exposure technique isn’t working, what else can i do? I’m 15 years ol by the way and my family are aware of it (how could they not be!?) and i am seeing a therapist for dialectical behaviour therapy but she’s rubbish and it’s not helping me at all.
Just a couple of extra details- i have depression, an eating disorder and OCD so it’s hard for me to actually enjoy doing fun things and when people come to my house i feel like crying if they touch anything because i’m scared about the germs. I’m not taking any medication but my parents, teachers, counsellors… basically everyone other than my therapist have mentioned going on meds.

I need someone to……?

Basically, I need a person that won’t be biased who’ll read my story and give me suggestions, concerns, ect.
They have to be someone that won’t just say ‘It’s great!’ but give me a couple things wrong with it.
I don’t care if you’re harsh, I really wouldn’t mind if you were.
Usually I give it to family to read, but they are biased about it.
I dunno, it might be better if I had more then one person.
I just get realllly nervous when it comes to my writing. I personally thing everything I write is rubbish, but some people on Yahoo! Answers kind of like it. I’m just not sure about it.

Here’s the plot:
Katrina Elizabeth Crow commited suicide. She left her diary with her only sister, Natalie Rayne Crow. Both were Queen Bees in their school. But now, knowing her sister is dead, Natalie starts to lose herself. She finds herself becoming afraid of her room; afraid of the diary she keeps locked in her night stand. When her emotions become too much, she finds herself turning her back on being the good girl she used to be. She starts drinking, smoking, doing drugs, cutting, and getting into fights. Her only friend, Patrick, wants to help her. But she won’t tell him what’s wrong. But when he finds her doing the one thing she promised him she wouldn’t do: drugs, he grabs her wrist, accidentally digging his nails in her freshest cuts. When he feels the blood, he lets go of her wrist, only to see it wet and crimson. He takes her to the nurse, who finds the cuts, who calls the counselor, who calls the parents. Together, along with a therapist, they decide to put her in a mental hospital. She slowly starts to go insane, screaming her head off in the nights, throwing things around, tossing her food at people, and humming songs to herself. She’ll only allow Patrick to visit her, hoping he’ll see the hell he’s putting her through by exposing her cuts. Then, one day, the doctors find her passed out in the bathroom, blood covering the floor. She wakes up – alive, against her wishes – to see Patrick holding her arm lightly, looking at the words she carved in her skin. He tells her she’ll never be worthless, no matter how many times she carves it into her flesh. And he also promises her he’s not going to visit her in the mental hospital again. She’s devestated and finds a way out of the hospital. When the doctor’s report her missing, Patrick knows where she is: the bridge her sister jumped from. He finds her and coaxes her off the bridge. She faints, and dreams of her sister who tells her how proud she is of Natalie for living when she couldn’t. When she wakes up, she proves to Patrick she’s going to get better by finally speaking at a group therapy. Then it goes to the epilogue where she finally gets out of the mental hospital.

It’s supposed to be sad, but I dunno if I’ll even get through it. I have a tendacy to give up on my stories… O.o