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// Professional Help 
// Story: Great, Powerful, and Lonely 
// by Fedorable Deer 
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        “Take a moment and breathe.” The therapist’s words, though cold in tone, did have some truth behind them. I needed to take a breath. I mean, I am Beatrix Lulamoon, The Great and Powerful Trixie! I assisted in defeating an Ursa Minor, I can definitely just take a simple, calm breath.
        The air filled my lungs, but it felt like I was still choking on the nervous  that dwelled in my stomach. Trixie is never nervous, that of course was a lie, a lie to myself. I don’t know why I do that, but I suppose if it works, it works. 
        “Tell me, have you taken what I said our last meeting into consideration Trixie?” Doctor Dex. levitated his quill, and I caught it moving over a paper in the corner of my vision. What was it he suggested again? Oh! To express my anger in a more productive way. I never knew why he asked me something like that. I mean, Trixie is never angry, nope she is the pure form of a cool chill. I suppose I do get a little irritated here and there, like when I forget to buy something at the grocery store, or some pony cuts me off when I am walking on the street like they own the thing. You know what a lot of things tick me off lik-
        “Yeah of course, Trixie is always open to suggestions, and follows them.” I don’t know why I bothered lying, Doctor Dex. always seems to know anyways. He wrote that down,Uh- Oh. I aid the wrong thing. . . Oh he must be judging me, writing me down as insane or something, but Trixie is not insane! She is great, Omnipotent, All-Powerful!
        “You know you don’t have to be nervous. Nothing leaves this room, which also means you can tell me the truth, if you did it or not.” It’s like he knows what I am thinking.
        “Oh but Trixie tells you what she thinks.” Exactly, I mean why do I even come to these things. There is no problem with me, Ever-Wise Trixi-
        “Well, Trixie, I’m happy to hear. So if you are perfectly fine, I suppose we can move onto another subject. Would you mind if I ask how you family is?”
                “Trixie minds not, and - uh- . . ..  Trixie has no idea, she has not checked.” When was the last time I called my mom? Or maybe my father? I sure hope they are doing fine. You know my brother is still in the academy. . . Or wait is he? How long ago was it since I last saw him?
        Doctor Dex’s magic distracted my thoughts as he sipped from his cup of tea, and continued to look in my general direction, the quill moving faster as he smiled again.
        “What of your friends? That Mare named Twilight Sparkle seemed nice, and isn’t she a princess now?” Doctor Dex kind of annoys me with those almost redundant questions, but he was right, why wasn’t I there when my own friend became a princess? No, they are not my friends.
        “They are not the great Trixie’s friends, just. . . Good acquaintances.” Yeah, why would the great and powerful Trixie have to visit them? They should visit me first. After all my time is much too important to waste on some little fans.
        “Well Ms.Trixie, who are your friends.” Doctor Dex said to me, leaving me stunned for a moment. 
        “The Great and Powerful Trixie has plenty of friends!” Was my instinctive answer, but Doctor Dex’s look told me to go for specifics.
                “For instance,” I continued , “Trixie has that grey mare who delivers mail as a friend. Oh, and has spoken to the large red Stallion on the orchards during one of her walks.”
“What are their names?” Doctor Dex’s questions were beginning to annoy me, but again, as annoying as they are, they hold truth. I didn’t know their names. But surely Trixie, as powerful and great as she is, has friends! I mean I hav- Oh celestia.
        “I-I don’t have any friends.” The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, how could I not have friends? After all I am so great, so grand, where would all my friends be?
        Doctor Dex spoke, and I was awaken from my dreaded day dream.

“You have friends Beatrix Lulamoon, you just don’t treat them like the fiends they want to be.” Wow, I can’t believe what he is saying. He was right, I have been pushing ponies away, and because of that I don’t have anypony to love Trixie. I mean, I’ve been so caught up in my own life, I haven’t even spoken to my parents in almost a year. I sat up slowly in the pillow, adjusting my back from the awkward position, and from there a tear came down my cheek. “Doctor Dex, how do -I- fix this.”
        “Well,” Doctor Dex started, finishing the tea from his cup, “I’d begin by calling up Twilight Sparkle, and those friends of hers you told me about, and ask if you can spend some time together. A hang out, a mare’s night out, it doesn’t matter just try and let them know you want to be friends.”
        “But what if Trixie messes things up?” I said in another instinctive response, and he had another responsive answer. “I’m sure she will you not, and neither will you.”
        I could feel a smile crawling onto my face, not a fake one, not one I have been practicing to make, but rather a genuine smile. A smile you can feel coming, rather than feel leaving. Lacks muscles in the face, and unlike normal, you don’t strain to hold it and pretend to keep a light behind it. I don’t know, it was just, there. IT had nowhere else to go, but on my face and I wanted to keep it for a while.
        “But, what about Trixie’s Family?” My question came out like broken glass, but Doctor Dex took it like a silk cloth, smooth and almost like he was reading my mind as he instantly answered, “I think, if you just tell your family you are doing fine, and ask how they are doing, everything will be easy from there.” His smile matched my own, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I imagined spending time with friends, family. To spread Trixie’s greatness with others. I mean, what’s the point of being so great, if you have nopony to share it with, right?