I'm worried about you, my love. You know I'll always be here for you, to make you tea and stroke your hair and put balm on your poor lips. And of course you're welcome to stay as long as you like, it's really no trouble at all, my parents love you.
Do you think you should perhaps see someone professionally? And don't even say anything about money, I can write a cheque for whoever we find for you. I just want you better.