A reading from the ball hog of therapy who's doing work.
When the therapist acts like they're the only one with a brain and everyone else is just there for show.
She said I'm 'resisting change' when I just wanted to change my pants.
She told me my anxiety was 'a metaphor' and I was like 'no, it's just loud.'
She said I need to 'embrace my chaos' and I just wanted to embrace a nap.