Hello everyone. A bear's work is never done, but I'm glad to take a break from patrolling to be with you all today. You can call me Smokey.
For over 80 years, I've had one job and one job only: to remind folks like you that only you can prevent forest fires.
It's a big responsibility, but it's one we can handle together by being careful with fire outdoors. Now, let's get started!
Last time I did therapy was 2020, it was a shit show. The therapist got a free ride through life into her cushy job via her therapist mother. She constantly berated me about getting a job (which I was trying to), calling me lazy ect. I complained about the shitty jobs and working conditions I had to endure just to survive. So she decided to use my previous suicide attempt as a weapon against me, and threatened to have me institutionalized for being angry at capitalism. So I pretended to calm down, quit, and got slammed with a $2500 dollar bill for all the sessions. Plus wrote HORRIBLE and degrading things in my medical file including being 'delusional'.
This was the 'best' therapist experience I had by the way. One wanted to put me on 10 pills and gave me all these diagnoses within 30 minutes of basic conversation. The other was a bourgeois landlord. who 'wanted to show me how to get rich'.
So yeah fuck therapists
I'm never putting myself through that again.
My family, the community around me, and alcohol are my therapist now.