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Entry No. 5,233

This morning, I was fired by my psychiatrist. In thirty years of psychotherapy, that's a first.

It's overcast and oddly balmy. Currently, 55˚F, windchill at 51˚F. But the high Sunday is forecast for 27˚F, so there you go.

If you haven't yet seen The End of the F***ing World on Netflix, you really need to. If Wes Andersen remade True Romance, it might look something like this brilliant gem.

Aunt Beast

2:59 p.m.


Jan. 12th, 2018 06:02 pm (UTC)
That happened to a friend, and another felt it was likely if she didn't do her "homework", so it might be a trend. I guess it's the most ethical thing to do when you feel you can't help someone, but it should be an explicit part of the therapeutic "contract" right from the start.

I hope the emotional fallout isn't too painful, and doesn't take too long to process.