Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

14 May, 2008

My therapist isn't dropping my insurance right now, it seems. But she's getting calls from the company about me. They're "reviewing" my case. They are questioning her diagnosis. They're asking her why I have PTSD.

"So when do you think she'll get better? How long is this going to take?"

Yeah. They said that. They are also insinuating that since I'm so highly functional (meaning I can hold down a professional job), that I'm not bad off enough to continue with therapy, especially since I'm not desperately suicidal. I have no idea what is going to come of this.

I think I should tell them that their probing makes me want to off myself.


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