The Twisted 2

Being a psychologist is quite a challenge. Having a sharp mind is an essential tool. Most cases are on going and progress is slow. In my early years I was a deep listener and applied mythical thought to my patients' dilemmas. I imagined what they described and tried to see where their strange thoughts came from. I found that once involved in their cases there was no rest for my mind until I uncorked a wine bottle at the end of the day. One day turned into the next and some of their...
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Being a psychologist is quite a challenge. Having a sharp mind is an essential tool. Most cases are on going and progress is slow. In my early years I was a deep listener and applied mythical thought to my patients' dilemmas. I imagined what they described and tried to see where their strange thoughts came from. I found that once involved in their cases there was no rest for my mind until I uncorked a wine bottle at the end of the day. One day turned into the next and some of their pointless conversations seemed to live on in my dormant hours. There was no escape. The fact was that they were making their problems my problems. Even when I had the answers to their troubles, many would not take the cure and move on with their lives. There was no cure for disturbance. That was the cold hard facts. I often wondered what the condition of my own mind was. I was guilty of self diagnosis, and knew my thoughts were not on target like they were in my earlier years. Tell tale signs of my own sanity slipping away concerned my mother as well as a few friends. The nice thing about going crazy is you're the last to know. Protect the mind --- the precious mind...