Today my mom forwarded me an email. It was my therapist. He's recommending me to another colleague. Likeeeeeee... WTF? That's it? Our relationship is #over? I'm an unsolved case study? A manila folder with one too many sticky notes? Don't make me get all #LISA from Girl, Interrupted on your ass. So much for upper east side solutions. Whatever happened to enjoying a good challenge?
I guess that's the difference between me and a lot of people I know. I love a good challenge. I enjoy difficulties. Maybe I fuck things up on purpose. And as little as this incident might seem to you, perhaps.. (why the fuck is she blogging about this is flashing through your cranium)...but this was truly a blonde light bulb moment for me. SOMEDAY, If and when I become a psychiatrist, I will never give up on a patient. Bring on the mental wards, the lost causes, the mentally ill children in child protective services and the Skitzos. Seriously. A dream job for me would be working in a hospital's mental ward.
BRING IT THE FUCK ON.