draft 002
You’re welcome!
I stared at his final two words. Sometimes I think my psychiatrist is a machine and not a person. I forget what he looks like, how he would nod encouragingly to keep me talking during one-on-one sessions. His eyes are blank; I could never decipher what it is that could be in his head. Does he believe what I’m saying? Is my case as common as the rest of his patients? He would break eye contact to type something on his MacBook. His fingers were swift, pressing one letter after another. I get confused whether to keep speaking or to slow down, to be polite. I keep talking.
You’re welcome!
His response was the same every time I said thank you.
This is an unfinished draft of an unpublished and untitled piece originally dated April 7, 2025.