Self deception is the worst deception he said it betrays deep within and when the collapse comes as it will the two sides are spilt like two sides of a truth.
The quack sat and listened and lit up a cigar and wrote down notes looking up now and then and peered at his patient understandingly or so appeared.
I thought I thought it through but I hadn't I thought of only those aspects I wanted to look at and think about.
The quack raised thick eyebrows and put on his I know what you mean gaze but inside thought the patient was out on a limb and had no idea what to do for him.
I knew I didn't like it but I pretended I did I deceived myself I fooled myself and then I opened up to myself and there were two of us me and him the f*****g cuss.
The quack frowned puffed out smoke stared at the patient through a cloud of grey just another patient just another day.
Somehow, people seem to imagine psychiatrists as magical fairy god mothers with a special spell to break the sadness and troubles, however, all they really do is help you dig deeper within yourself, and push you out on the thin ice, hoping that you fall into the ice cold water so that you hopefully can wake up...
Thought provoking read, it's so simply written and yet so delicate and beautiful, a story written in a nice way. I liked it and it was easy to read and relate to.
I left mines after he kept 'falling asleep' - I kept telling myself the appointments were at the end of the day, he must be cream-crackered and the heat in the place too, and he was a septuagenarian but his eyes always closed like that made me feel like s**t. lol.
I can really relate to this one TC.
Somehow, people seem to imagine psychiatrists as magical fairy god mothers with a special spell to break the sadness and troubles, however, all they really do is help you dig deeper within yourself, and push you out on the thin ice, hoping that you fall into the ice cold water so that you hopefully can wake up...
Thought provoking read, it's so simply written and yet so delicate and beautiful, a story written in a nice way. I liked it and it was easy to read and relate to.
Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..