After my master psychiatrist left me, I have been feeling angry ever since.
I am so angry that I cannot even write. I am visiting now a new psychiatrist who seems nice enough. He did not diagnose me yet l, which is good enough. Yet this means that he probes me with all kind of questions.
He challenges my answers too, which pisses me off to an unimaginable degree.
I do not want to recite my whole story again. It is so painful. I feel sometimes that I am speaking in the third person. Her mother died in a car accident, for example.
I just wanted to share my anger that is ever so growing by the second. I am trying to tame the monster but I am getting weaker and weaker.