Devil’s Advocate

Therapy has me jolted. Her perspective on a recent situation has tipped my reality. As if it needed to be anymore skewed.

I’m just playing devil’s advocate. Your famous last words. What happened wasn’t my fault. I peaked but I walked away. I thought that was progress. 

You have to be on meds. For the health of my baby? Possibly born with deformations due to anti depressants? Fuck you. You’re too reactive, you’re not yourself. Congratulations on the progress. What? 

I’ll be seeing more doctors. Doctors who will advise me on things they’ve never experienced. 

I’m fucking exhausted. 


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