anind_smasharang
It was another session.
Just.
A.
Normal.
Session.
He hoped.
He had some serious issues. He hopped between multiple therapists and psychologist- psychiatrists! You named it. He was diagnosed with BPD (borderline personality disorder), Bipolar, Depression, a Sociopath, SOMEHOW inferior and superiority complex). Most likely more, but he could pile it all up at this point.
*It was like God made him and just said-
"Oh hey this- THIS GUY! He had to be mentally ill..I love favoritism bla bla bla-"
He was agnostic. Atheist even.
He was God. God complex. In his eyes he had full control.
Not to them.
Not them.
Unpredicable them.
His psychologist.
Dr. Y/N L/N Psy.D
This fic is gender neutral for the sake of better immersion. All original ARGbur content is written by Wilbur Soot and videos from JackSucksAtLife and him. This x reader may contain themes of:
*Mental Illness
*Dark themes
*Mental breakdowns
*Depression, anxiety, ect
*A patient and psychologist interaction (PLATONIC)
This is hurt/comfort with angst. My second fic. I hope you enjoy! ♡ All writing and art by anind_smasharang on IG and AF
RANKS!:
#86>71-therapy
#231 -platonic
#1 -JackSucksAtLife