Psychopaths went to see shrinks. That was all she could focus on in that moment, and it was a thought that would consume her in time, she knew it. She didn't feel crazy. She had bad days like anyone else, and just because she didn't deal with said bad days the way most people did, that didn't make her crazy. She didn't need to go talk to someone about the bullshit she'd been through. But if she 'talked' with someone else, she wouldn't be talking about it with Sam or anyone else in her small circle of family and friends, so that was good. That meant they could concentrate on other things. It was what Heather wanted now.
"Yeah. Alright. I'll ask him about it."
And then she was wondering what people would think of her if they found out about this. They probably already thought she really was nuts by now, and this would solidify it. Not to mention it would give Ruby more ammo against her, another reason that Sam could do better. Heather wasn't the type of person to care what other people thought of her. If they didn't like her? Screw them. But these people were different. She cared about them, and she cared about their opinions, especially when it came to herself.