The Journal of Kristine Briese Again, again, again!
01/17/2004 01:11 a.m.
I saw my psychiatrist again this afternoon. I don't even know what the man looks like because I can't look him in the face. Today he flipped a switch on a lamp, startled me terribly (which, I admit, is easy to do). I jerked in my chair, and it slammed backward into a glass-fronted cabinet. No glass broke, but the wood framing the cabinet door has a 6" scar. Sheesh. Other than that it was the same old thing: question after question to which I have no answers. The appointment ran long (again), which I think he does on purpose just to torment me. Gahhhh, I'm so frustrated! This guy is supposed to be helping me. The best thing he does is give me LOTS of drugs. Beyond that...well...I'd love to stop seeing him, but I'm afraid to for two reasons: 1. I know in my heart that I need him, or someone like him. 2. I don't think it's really my choice, the way all this came to pass. So, here again, one month after "Snake Oil and Shame", is my open and bumbling despair. I am currently Anxious
I am listening to the eternal background noise of the television
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