you were and your mental health wasn’t doing so good…your mother eventually had to put you in therapy because of how bad your episodes got…your therapist was a very sophisticated danish man…he understood your problems and let you rant to him…

it was a rainy Saturday when you walked into his office…a fire was crackling and he sat in an armchair with his legs closed and a clipboard over his lap…he smiled softly when he saw you….”ah…good evening Ezra..how are you feeling today…?”