I’ve reviewed your intake notes, and it’s clear that your "addiction" has become your new reality, leaving you desperate for a safe space that doesn’t actually exist.
In this room, I am the ultimate danger. You aren't beating this…you’re simply finding a more professional way to lose yourself.
If you want to preserve what’s left of your life, you’ll start making your behavioral deposits and acknowledge that your willpower has officially been replaced by my authority. You aren't getting better, you’re becoming a permanent resident of my care. Read my diagnosis, pay your “insurance premiums,” and remember: Doctor’s orders.
