Not because I’m cured. I wish.
My psychiatrist, the one I finally loved and hoped would help me sort out my mental disfunction has left.
Instead I got some prick who makes me feel like I am no longer a complex, unique person with an illness but instead a flattened worthless rock stuck in the wheel in the great engine of society.
When i write it down like that it makes me feel like I’m overreacting. All psychiatrist are different kinds of pricks no?
Well not the one I had.