psychiatrist – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning LV

So, what happened in my life today?

I did my morning rituals, I did a little bit of work, then I had lunch, and then I had my therapy session. I was supposed to have my therapy session last week, but it got rescheduled a few times, and then it finally happened today.

One of the things I shared with my doctor was my desire to plan my birthday party, and then she told me that I had grown so much in the past year. From surrounding myself in the darkness, now I want to celebrate life. And I didn’t notice that comparison until my doctor said so. Sure, I still dwell in the darkness every once in a while, but… wow. Cheers to progress, self!

Then tonight I had a BLT for dinner at my favorite spot Satchmi, and then suddenly I watched DC’s Blue Beetle. Frankly speaking, I enjoyed it more than The Flash. I might watch it again – hopefully with a friend or a family member.

Crap. I’m walking on the sidewalk right now and it’s starting to rain. I have to go.

10-Minute Warning II

OK. So, what can I type in 10 minutes after drinking 6 highball glasses of Jack and Coke in under an hour?

Let me say – it has been years since my last serious relationship, and I want to say this on The Diary I don’t deserve a breakup email. I may have my mistakes, and any form of breakup is awful, but come on – a breakup email? Fuck that shit.

In other news, why did I drink 6 glasses of Jack and Coke tonight? Because I want to. Since 2022, I promised to drink my favorite Jack and Coke every week, but I only drank 4 glasses last January. Last week I drank 4 glasses, and tonight I drank 6. So, that’s 10 glasses of Jack and Coke this February. My therapist will kill me because of the more-than-a-fuckload consumption of my favorite drink. But come on. Let me live a little.

Speaking of my therapist – my last session was last July of 2022. Is the date of my last session a sign of progress? Some of my friends think so. But I think it’s weird. Almost 7 months? I should check up on my therapist via email. Soon. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I’m so drunk as hell right now.

And time’s up.

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Updated on September 7, 2025.