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Childe was always psychotic. And because of that, his friends suggested that he should try therapy. Childe never really liked the idea of therapy but decided to try it out for his friends. He signed up for sessions every two weeks and waited for his appointment in the next few days.
After those days had passed, Childe got into his car and drove to the therapy office. He walked in and waited for his therapist. After about ten minutes, his therapist's previous client had left and it was his turn. His therapist guided him to his office, where they both sat down. His therapist introduced himself as Mr. Adams, and he asked Childe several questions about his current state of being. After many questions, the session was over and Childe drove home. Two weeks later, he went to his next session, where he was asked more questions.
It went on like this for a while, but after many, many sessions, Childe was finally able to get medicated for his psychosis. After the session, he drove to the pharmacy to pick up the medication he was prescribed. He showed the papers his therapist gave him to the pharmacist, who gave him a small orange bottle of pills, which he was to take every morning and every evening.
After a few months, Childe's started to become more and more stable. He took the medication when he needed to, and got a new prescription whenever he needed a refill. Because of this, Childe could live a happy and (almost) normal life. And his friends were proud of him for finally going to therapy.