Paranoia, Therapy and Kleenex

Here we are again Socket Seekers!

So, yesterday was therapy, and I continue to fight back against my therapist. I came ready with 2 boxes of Kleenex in complete defiance of her sponsorship by Puffs. I also have 2 more unopened boxes. So, her corporate sponsor will not get me to switch brands.

Therapy was difficult. I was feeling really depressed, so I knew my brain was going to start sweating profusely out of my nose, and I didn't disappoint. I am thinking about installing a drain to catch the brain sweat during my sessions. It would be cheaper in the long run.

We talked about my agoraphobia and my increasing paranoia. She pointed out she might have caused my paranoia, and I agreed 100%. She said it was because she was helping with my issues, but I think she is part of the mass surveillance network that is tracking my movement. For example, I think she sent that pickup truck that was following me a little too close to Pizza Hut, and the loud group of motorcycles that were driving by my apartment at Mach 10.

They must be well funded because it's a different car each time. And at all times of day and night. There was a police car sitting outside my apartment. He was pretending to eat lunch in the business across the street, so you know that they are working up to something. I have taken to only going out at night, but now they have enlisted my neighbor. She parks next to me and pretends to be on the phone until I get home, and she sits there with her headlights blasting my windows. You know this is some form of torture that they have implemented.

She did convince me to schedule my blood tests so I can get my levels checked and make sure I can get a refill on my medication. I think she wants to make sure I am medicated so I don't notice her surveillance. We could blame it on me for pointing out that the med was low and I didn't want to go through the withdrawal and start taking it again. I am choosing to believe she is part of a secret conspiracy and not watching out for my mental health that I pay her to do.

Useless recap:

• Agoraphobic Vampire confirmed.
• Possible Surveillance Network that is controlled by my therapist.
• Growing paranoia, I can feel you all watching me.
• Pizza is good, obviously.

Disclaimer: Kleenex, Puffs, Pizza Hut, local police, and the vast deep surveillance network please leave me alone. I can't afford to be sued.