Wounded Healer

["Baby Maybe Someday" by Sensitive Detective]

- -Mama! Come on, I don't wanna be late for school again.

I'm coming.

Just make sure your brother's up for me, please.

What? Mama, I'm not his mama.

Time to save the world, Doc.

Good morning, my loves.

Good morning, Mama.

Little girl.

-I said good morning. -Hey.

Can we please go now?

I'm not trying to be the last person in Mr. Berry's class.

It's embarrassing.

Can you be quiet? You're making me lose my game.

It's not my fault you suck.

You too old to be playing that game anyways.

Anyways, can we please move back to North Carolina?

I miss my old friends, and I just don't like Atlanta.

Absolutely not. This is our home now.

Let's go.

You're such a baby.

All right, you guys. You all buckled in?

Oh, my God. I swear you guys are obsessed with those phones.

She's the same with her laptop.

You know she can hear you, right?

Hey, guys, you know, maybe we'll go to the aquarium this weekend.

You know, it's only five miles from here.

Don't get your hopes up.

She gonna be taking notes all weekend.

Hey. I heard that.

She can't whisper.

Look, guys, I know I've been working a lot.

But I promise this weekend we're gonna spend some time together, okay?

No phones, no tablets, no distractions.

Yeah, okay.

- -Hey, you guys remember this song?

- -

Let me guess. You weren't sleeping, you were praying?

-No, I-- I was meditating. -It doesn't matter.

I got a million meetings this morning.

-Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry. -

Okay.

Manda, is there something you wanna tell me?

What? No, I just have some coffee jitters.

Never had too much caffeine before?

Manda...

I mean, come on. Look, you're a therapist.

Let's explore the deeper meaning here.

Deeper meaning of what?

Okay. Uh, the meditation music,

the stress ball thingy.

God, the overflowing garbage can of coffee cups.

You know what? Let's get right down to it.

The late notes for billing. Okay?

You know, the other therapists, they're-- they--

The-- the company is gonna be making some adjustments soon, okay?

And you're a great therapist, Manda, but...

it just-- it seems...

as though you are experiencing what we in the biz call "burnout."

Burnout? I know what burnout is.

I'm not experiencing that.

I've been with this company for five years.

Actually, I was up for your job before you even got here.

Okay, hey, you know, let's just take it down a notch, okay?

Calm down. No need to go all Angela Davis on me, okay?

I'm here to support you.

You know, I know you're a single mama still building your career.

It's hard out here, kiddo.

Unfortunately, you won't be getting a raise this year.

But you know what? You keep trying. Next year...

I'm gonna email you a list of improvements you can make.

Mama, you don't look so good. Are you okay?

Uh...

-You have no couth. -Spell it.

-C-O-U-T-- - Hey, hey. That's enough.

I'm fine.

Okay? Uh, homework folders. On the table.

It's time for bed, okay?

OMG, Daddy, I'm so excited.

Mom and I picked out the perfect dress

for Daddy-Daughter Dance this weekend.

I miss you so much. I can't wait to see you.

Ah, I miss you, too, baby.

Hey, you know I love you, right?

Yeah, I know.

So, I gotta leave out of town again this weekend.

You know I'd be there if I could.

You say that every time.

Is that Ainsworth back there?

-Yeah. -What's up, son?

Hey.

- -I know you're really busy, Dad.

So what about the week after next?

Can you come to Atlanta to see us then?

Another call is coming through. Hey, look, let me, uh--

let me check my schedule and I'll get back to you, okay? I'll call you later.

People just think they can run over me.

And then when I take up for myself, I'm the problem.

I'm tired of it.

-How tired are you? -What do you mean?

I'm tired. I'm over it.

Okay, but we've had this conversation before

about how people only do what we allow.

About being assertive, but not aggressive. Assertive.

Oh, trust me, I am not going to let them label me

as the angry Black woman at work.

- -You know, it sucks, doesn't it?

Being labeled the angry Black woman...

-Oh, my God! -...and being misunderstood.

Oh, my God. Yes, exactly, girl!

I'm sorry. It's just--

it's like I'm talking to one of my homegirls.

You understand me. You relate.

More than you know.

So... same time next week?

Yes. I am not missing my weekly session for nothing or nobody.

All right, well, see you, girl.

Sorry, I just...

I had a million and one things to do, I couldn't wait for you.

I'm a little bit winded, I'm--

I'm gonna sit for a sec, but...

I gotta go pick the babies up.

On a session because...

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. Just out of nowhere, my chest is really tight. -

Manda, you're experiencing burnout.

I'm not burnt out. I don't have a choice. I-- I have to keep going.

Manda, breathe.

See, this is what I'm talking about. You're doing too much.

No, if I had help, if their father was here,

I would take a break, but I can't.

Manda.

Something's happening.

-No, I can't see. -What do you mean you can't see?

Okay. I'll be right there, Manda.

Babe?

I mean, she does have a point.

I'm not doing that.

You should at least consider it, Manda.

Damon and I will help you out with the kids.

Everything happens for a reason.

Okay, but I'm not taking that much time off of work.

Like, I get that she's a doctor, but I just can't.

-I can't with her. -Burnout is real.

Stress kills, Manda.

I get that you're trying to help me. I do.

But the truth is that you have a husband. I don't.

You have help and I don't. I have two kids with mouths I have to feed.

Yeah, and your kids need you.

Your Crohn's disease flareups are back.

Pride comes before a fall.

I mean, how can you talk to your patients about self-care

and you don't even take care of yourself?

At least accept John's offer.

The short-term disability payments will help.

Plus, now you can start coming to the group therapy session.

They won't even cover half my bills.

I mean, you could always downsize.

-Absolutely not. -

I can't believe she really wants to start me on the medication fusions again.

And she wants me to go to therapy.

Sounds about right.

You know, if John knew about this, he'd have a field day.

He's been trying to stop my promotion for the longest, so this is just great.

Okay, Manda. You are my best friend,

and I want you here, healthy.

I need you. Your kids need you.

But most importantly, you. You need you, Manda.

All right.

Don't! Don't you touch that phone.

Unless you want a whoopin'.

Now go back to bed.

Why'd you make me do this, huh?

Why'd you make me do this to you? Huh?

I didn't make you do this to me.

-Baby, call 911-- - Shut up!

Can you believe you did this? You feel okay?

Just breathe. Relax.

You gonna be okay.

Hello, hello!

-Hey, Dr. Francis! - Well! Hi!

So welcome to the Wounded Healer Group.