Life Part 2

As mentioned before, my life hasn’t exactly been rainbows and butterflies. I didn’t grow up in the picturesque, loving family with a mom and a dad and several siblings. I didn’t grow up with a dog or a cat, hell I didn’t even get a fish. I mean sure, I have siblings, a brother, and I had a little sister too. But I also had a dad, haven’t talked to or about him in years, probably the better part of my life, and honestly, I don’t plan to again.

If you ask doctors, or rather therapists, they’ll tell you I’m insane, that I’m in stable, and not capable of basic human interaction. Bullshit. Sure it may be harder for me to talk to people, and trusting them? Forget about it. But I can. The thing with therapists, they need you to be sick. If you’re sick, you’ll have to keeping coming to talk to them, meaning they’ll keep raking in your money. It’s a vicious cycle. And you’re never be cured. Hell, if that happens, you’ll stop coming to see them, and what good would that do for them?? Therapists are just a money grab.

According to America’s legal system, I’m required by law to go see a therapist once a week. Not because of being “insane” or “in stable”, but because of what happened to me. Because of what Tony did, because of what my mom does, and because of what I do/did because of them.