Wonderland

I had a chat with my psychiatrist on Friday.

It went how it usually does.

Asking me basic questions.

Being surprised that I have a job. (This part never gets old.)

Ending with adding a new medication to my cocktail of psychiatrics.

This time, drum roll please, I get lithium.

As if it's not hilarious enough that pictures of Kurt Cobain flood Google image searches on lithium,
the name of this picture, originally used on a university webpage about the usage of lithium
as a pharmaceutical, simply names this picture 'Lithium Guy', seemingly unaware
that this 'Lithium Guy' is, in fact, the most famous user of lithium. Ever.

I've crept back...

I'm beginning to hate my job, mostly because it's making me hate myself.

I'm not good enough.

I'm not smart enough.

More than that - I'm brilliant. I'm skilled. I'm talented.

But I'm lazy.

I'm overworked.

I start missing common errors and clients notice and react like