Ugh. God damnit. Another counsellor. Another "let's find out what the issue is" I give up. I'll have a friend call my psychiatrist and my counsellor and tell them I died or something.
I am so sick of having to meet new people who have to pretend to give a shit and listen to me go on about my pathetic life. I've been doing this since I was 17. I told them I've got it handled and I do. I haven't died yet from a flashback. I just want to scream at them "You think that you can stop the flashbacks or manage them? You think "just talking" is going to help me manage my anxiety? Screw the entire psychiatric occupation" (and the way they bow down to my clueless and insensitive-without-meaning-to-be parents!) Stop the goddamn merry go round, I want to get off.
I am so sick of having to meet new people who have to pretend to give a shit and listen to me go on about my pathetic life. I've been doing this since I was 17. I told them I've got it handled and I do. I haven't died yet from a flashback. I just want to scream at them "You think that you can stop the flashbacks or manage them? You think "just talking" is going to help me manage my anxiety? Screw the entire psychiatric occupation" (and the way they bow down to my clueless and insensitive-without-meaning-to-be parents!) Stop the goddamn merry go round, I want to get off.
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