"I guess," Serena said in regards to Ginny discussing how their doc was 'worth it'. "I mean, I'm still crazy, right? So how good of a job is he really doing?"
She wasn't serious, of course; she knew that the things that went wrong for her weren't anything that any therapist, no matter how much he was paid, could fix overnight. It was a process she'd been going through her entire life. She considered herself lucky, at least a little, that the doc had found a chemical cocktail that leveled her out enough to keep her functional for awhile. She wasn't fixed, but she was duct-taped together for a bit longer.
"I should go. I guess I'll see you at therapy or whatever," Serena muttered, still gazing out at the water. It was endless, and for a brief moment she thought about diving off the boat, swimming until she was too tired to keep going. Her limbs would feel like cement and she'd slowly just doze off as the waves lapped at her, and she'd go under and stay under. It didn't seem like such a bad thing.