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Lol, the groucho marx reference is in line with us still talkin youth.
My neurological anthems would have to be Androgynous Mind, Lithium, and Temple Pressure by some dude whose name I cannot recall.
Some therapists are terrible people just like the rest of the world.
I had just divorced my wife less than two months prior, just got out of the psych ward, and spiraling into the deepest depression of my life. My first appointment with a therapist, first thing I say is "I miss my wife". She says in a snippy tone, "Well why would you miss her? It obviously didn't work out."
Wow. I have no idea how I didn't leave right then. Never came back for damn sure.
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