Here’s a short post due to the escalating brain fog caused by my new trial of medication. I started seeing a Psychologist last week. My Specialist(s) said it would “help me express myself during hardship”, and my friends and family believe it is the “cure to my illness”. They’re all probably happier/relieved that I’m talking to someone “professional” instead of them, because they don’t know how to respond to me when I say, “so, I want to die“.
My first words to him were, “I don’t want this illness. I wish I could go back and change time. This wasn’t meant to happen to me“.
His response was, “But it DID happen. It isn’t about karma, or luck. You can’t go back, you can’t wish it away. You have it, not because it was meant to happen, because it happened. I assure you that you will not move forth and accept, until you stop looking back and questioning why“.
I didn’t say much after that.
Psychologist = 1
Cass = 0