Dear Diary: Still Crazy After All These Years
So, yes...there's a new plan for the treatment of my personality disorder. It all seemed fairly innocuous, a pill here, some pills then, and later another batch of pills. With bursts of pills in between. But not every day. And some sort of sensory deprivation therapy twice a week. When she said, electroshock therapy I gasped, grabbed my paper bag from under my chair, and began breathing into it. She raised her glasses, and looked over at me. "Just kidding about all that." she said.
"Thats [breath] good." I huffed. "So changes then?" I asked.
"Oh...hahaha, I was only kidding about the shock therapy, I threw that it because it sounds dramatic and, you know, psychiatristy." she explained.
So far I like her. Sure, I've only been to one session, and she's got plans to radically change my life...but I like her. And her name is Melissa.
