​I had always wanted to work with addicts or at risk/gang affiliated youth. I wanted to help them change…to have a better life. I’m glad I never wasted my time. It took decades for me to understand that you cannot change human nature. You really can’t. That’s why most counsellors have suffered the affliction they’re trying to heal you of. Because, if they stop talking about it, stop reliving their pleasure through you, they’ll go right back to it. No more “recovery” for them. Tsk, tsk!
Now, a shrink likes to take a different path. They want to throw pills at you and see what works. Most, but not all, of them are addicted to money and prestige. Their egos are equal to the big body Benz that’s parked outside. They’re big and showy and need constant polishing, lest any flaw be shown. They stare at you, fingers laced together, in their thousand dollar suits and custom made shoes, and marvel at their own brilliance as each word you say feeds them another clue as to what sorcery they’ll prepare for you. That’s why my shrink fired me as a patient..I made him sad because none of his magic pills, no matter what combination he’d conjure, could fix this one little thing about me. I’m guessing that was the thing most important to him to fix, because he needed fixing, too.