Symptoms
Diagnosis
Most certified psychologists (mother dearest) would consider this a serious case of frustration and the complete loss of self-confidence and self-esteem. Keen observers would describe this case as a hindrance to society and would most likely add that the condition in question is relatively similar to a severe attack of early midlife crisis. Others, would consider the symptoms and straight away declare a depressive state on a lower scale. Overall, most experienced candidates would call this syndrome nothing more than a situation where the patient in question has an obstacle they're under "belief" they cannot handle. The candidates (my mother) would like to state that: "shit happens".
[The patient would like to add that shit does not happen at such pivotal points of one's life unless a person screws up royally. But of course, that's besides the point. What's forty years of experience in comparison to the twenty measly years that the patient has lived?]
Prescription
The psychologist and the candidates would like to prescribe the patient with a severe dose of reality and state that life is not over. They believe that things will look brighter if only the patient stops swimming in the dark lake of pessimism and for once, try to look for the goddamn light at the end of the tunnel. Life is a challenge, we all make mistakes and the candidates would like to conclude this trivial issue as soon as possible and move on to more serious cases that need to be dealt with.
Patient's Status
Well, that certainly sheds light onto things. I guess finding a legit career is just as hard as finding waldo in "where's waldo?". Man, it used to take me long to find him. I think my half-assed blindness had something to do with it. It wasn't discovered at the time.
Conclusion
*shuffles over to prayer mat and prays for a miracle*
I think referring to oneself as the patient more than once isn't that much of a healthy routine - psychologically speaking.
- bouts of morbid thoughts
- nightmares of unemployment
- continuously vibrating feet - subconsciously
- complete loss of will in make-up, clothes & shoes
- tendency to click on the empty screen on the desktop
- occasionally caught starting blankly at the lower half of the shelf
- is subjected to frequent dozes of insomnia
- cannot maintain a normal sleeping pattern similar to that of a functioning homo sapien
- more often than not, is found forming words that don't exist in the dictionary
- rarely cracks a smile
Diagnosis
Most certified psychologists (mother dearest) would consider this a serious case of frustration and the complete loss of self-confidence and self-esteem. Keen observers would describe this case as a hindrance to society and would most likely add that the condition in question is relatively similar to a severe attack of early midlife crisis. Others, would consider the symptoms and straight away declare a depressive state on a lower scale. Overall, most experienced candidates would call this syndrome nothing more than a situation where the patient in question has an obstacle they're under "belief" they cannot handle. The candidates (my mother) would like to state that: "shit happens".
[The patient would like to add that shit does not happen at such pivotal points of one's life unless a person screws up royally. But of course, that's besides the point. What's forty years of experience in comparison to the twenty measly years that the patient has lived?]
Prescription
The psychologist and the candidates would like to prescribe the patient with a severe dose of reality and state that life is not over. They believe that things will look brighter if only the patient stops swimming in the dark lake of pessimism and for once, try to look for the goddamn light at the end of the tunnel. Life is a challenge, we all make mistakes and the candidates would like to conclude this trivial issue as soon as possible and move on to more serious cases that need to be dealt with.
Patient's Status
Well, that certainly sheds light onto things. I guess finding a legit career is just as hard as finding waldo in "where's waldo?". Man, it used to take me long to find him. I think my half-assed blindness had something to do with it. It wasn't discovered at the time.
Conclusion
*shuffles over to prayer mat and prays for a miracle*
I think referring to oneself as the patient more than once isn't that much of a healthy routine - psychologically speaking.
