Whatever is confusing me is documented in horrible clarity so that you, the unsuspecting viewer can be drawn into my world of paranoia, half truths and immense stupidity.
Went to see my psychologist, Dr. Hans Sandwich, today.
I don't think the therapy is working because I am still unsure about a massive number of things. There was little encouragement when Hans informed me that he had hypnotized me during our last session and then made me paint his living room. He had to tell me this because his wife noticed afterwards that the painting was done very badly and that several expensive items had gone missing.
I then understood why I had found a load of silver cutlery and jewellery in my pockets when I got home that evening. I didn't tell him though, I just said all I remembered was regressing and uncovering a few confusing childhood memories.
He believed me of course but now I don’t know which is worse, the fact that my shrink did something completely unethical to me or that when I am under hypnosis, my inner Knacker runs free and unrestrained....