One day after school, Joey got in the sidecar of Mr. Peabody's motorcycle. Mr. Peabody noticed immediately that something was wrong. When he asked her about it, she just said, "I don't want to talk about it here." She didn't say anything else during the ride home.

As soon as they got into the penthouse, Joey dropped her backpack and threw her arms around Mr. Peabody and cried. He hugged her and let her sob until she quieted down. "What's wrong, Josephine?" he asked, softly.

"I can't do anything right!" she screamed.

"What do you mean?"

"I never do anything right! What's the point of even trying anymore?!"

"What happened at school today?" Mr. Peabody asked, worried.

"Nothing. I just can't do anything right! I do everything everybody says, and I still fail!"

"Josephine, let's sit down and talk about it."

"What good does it do?! Talking never solves anything!" She sat on the floor, opened her backpack, and started throwing things out of it. "What's the point of all this?!" she shrieked. "None of this even matters!"

The canine sat down beside her and held the teenager in his arms. "Josephine, it's alright." He cradled her until she calmed down. She sobbed again. "Sweetheart, I'm here. I'm listening. What happened today?"

"I told you; nothing happened. I'm just tired of everything. I can't do this anymore. I don't even care anymore."

"Is school making you too stressed?"

"I can't deal with it. I can't deal with anything."

Mr. Peabody continued to hold her. "Josephine, this is a safe place. You're safe here with me. I will do everything I can to help you. If you need to relax for a couple of days, I can arrange it."

"No," said Joey, shaking her head. "No amount of 'relaxing' is going to help. I'm finished. I just want to stop the world and get off."

Mr. Peabody was quiet for a few moments. He had to carefully think about what to say to her. Joey hadn't had a meltdown like this in a while. "How long have you been feeling like this, Josephine?"

"I don't know. A while," she replied, exhausted.

Mr. Peabody hugged her, tightly. "Why didn't you tell me? You know you can tell me anything. I'm here for you."

"But I need to learn to handle this stuff by myself."

"You don't need to. You aren't alone. Everyone needs someone to help them through difficult times, and that's alright. It's not a sign of weakness to ask for help or to take a break from stressful things. I don't want you to hide from me. Now, do you know exactly what is bothering you? What events have taken place for you to get so upset?"

Josephine paused. "I got an A- on my English test, for one thing."

"That's wonderful! I'm proud of you!"

"No! It's not good enough! I'm suppose to be good at all my classes, especially English! I mean, it's my favorite one! And I couldn't understand the chapter we did in science, and I should have been able to. I tried telling a joke to my friend, and it was so stupid that she didn't think it was funny. I'm not good at anything and never will be!" She started crying again.

"Josephine," Mr. Peabody said, still holding her, "you are a very wonderful and bright girl. I want you to repeat after me: I am enough."

"Mr. Peabody-"

"Please, Josephine, say it."

Joey looked away, a little annoyed, but then, she said, reluctantly and quietly, "I am enough."

"Again, louder."

"I am enough."

"Louder."

"I am enough!"

"Wonderful. Now, every time you feel you are inadequate, say that to yourself. Remind yourself that you are amazing the way you are. I also think you need a day or two to unwind. It's alright to relax. I love you, Josephine."

"I love you, too, Mr. Peabody."