The chaise lounge, the ever-present staple of any therapist’s office. The one in my office is an old one but a good one. I’ve seen countless ponies in that chair, and in a way, they’re a lot like that lounge chair, torn and beaten by the world, but still trudging on through life. With a little bit of work, I know they can patch up their seams and find a good place in the world.

I remember one in particular, a traumatized pegasus who had lost all color in her life. She’s since moved on now, but she did leave me a little memento: a diary.

Author's Note: This a cooperative story written by myself and my friend Kasurio. I write Rainbow Dash and he writes Sanguine Script, her therapist. This story takes place in an alternate universe that is shown by the first chapter. This universe will be very different from the original.

Please also note that Dash isn't mentally stable. In this story she has Manic Depression. I don't have Manic Depression but I did have a friend that suffered with it. I apologize if I do not write it the best or completely accurate. I truly am sorry.