



Here’s the thing: your dead therapist was a quack. I am so, so sorry for what happened to her, but she obviously didn’t get you.
So as for what to expect, the doctor is loathe to make any promises. Things could get worse before they get better. He’s putting together a regimen to aid in my recovery, but, uh, whether that recovery takes weeks, or months, or, uh, if I’ll even get better at all…