“you tried to murder me from the inside out”.
I don’t think I’d ever pay a therapist again, because it really just feels like a racket.
When you’re paying that kind of money just to unload your own personal bullshit, the vibe becomes “buckle up, we’re on the clock”
Just a paid ear 👂.
I would however pay good money to a forensic psychologist, the person that’s much more interested in the mechanics of the mind, rather than the long story attached to every person.
“seems like a busted head gasket, you’re spitting oil all over the manifold”
Practical
dawn 