"What are you going to do?" My psychiatrist asks.
"With what?" I reply.
"The rest of your life."
"Well, I've applied to [community college], and registration is on May 10th. I'm planning on taking pre-calculus algebra."
He makes a comment about how difficult the class will be.
"I've already taken it," I say. I have no idea what to do with myself. I returned from the hospital with no drive, no motivation, with no particular interest. DEath frightens me, but I entertain suicidal thoughts/ideations. I have no wants, only needs. I'm only taking the class so I can immediately tackle calculus again.
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