Prompt: Patient: I’ll support my friends no matter what as long as they are happy at the end of the day. My happiness isn’t important. Them being happy is what matters and will be the only thing that matters to me.”

Therapist: Don’t you think that’s an unhealthy lifestyle?

Patient: No…not at all.

In the depths of a patient’s heart I tread,
Seeking solace where emotions are fed.
Patient proclaims, with noble intent,
A devotion to friends, happiness unbent.

“I’ll support my dear friends,” they declare,
With fervent resolve, beyond compare.
Their own happiness they place aside,
Contentment found in others’ joy’s stride.

But gentle concern graces therapist’s voice,
A whisper of wisdom, a delicate choice.
“Don’t you think, my dear, it’s a path unwise?
To forfeit your own bliss, a compromise.”

Patient ponders, their response sincere,
With conviction strong, their answer near:
“No, not at all,” they calmly reply,
For them, selfless love will never belie.

In verses spun with therapeutic grace,
The conversation dances, finding its place.
Patient’s devotion, an honor to behold,
Their heart, a tapestry of stories untold.

A poet’s ink now weaves a tender verse,
A testament to empathy’s gentle curse.
For in their ardor, may they also find,
A path where their happiness intertwines.

So let us honor this patient’s decree,
Their heart’s pure desire, for all to see.
May friendships thrive, like blossoms so rare,
And patient’s happiness bloom in the air.