My Therapist Lives In A Dumpster

This story is about Wayne, a factory welder, who feels he is suffering from depression. Wayne l visits a traditional psychiatrist/ psychologist. But, quickly dismisses the 'think positive' and medication route as utter bullshit. In fact, going to therapy actually adds to the stress already grinding him down.

However one night, while taking out the trash. Wayne meets Dr. Theodore Roscoe, a licensed clinical therapist. Unlike the previous therapist, Dr Roscoe, lives in a dumpster and offers highly unorthodox advice. Initially Wayne is skeptical but finds Dr. Roscoes methods helpful. Overtime and taking some of Dr Roscoe's unorthodox advice Wayne finally finds his inner happiness and escapes the clutches of depression.

While this sounds good and dandy, in actuality: Wayne is homicidal/suicidally depressed paranoid psychopathic schizophrenic; and Dr. Theodore Roscoe is actually a cat. Dr. Theodore Roscoe is just a stray cat living in the dumpster. Wayne psychotically hallucinates and projects his inner thoughts and feelings onto a stray cat. At first the advice that the therapist offers him is pragmatic and beneficial. Initially Dr Roscoe's advice of living free and in the 'now' helps Wayne find balance. However, eventually... Dr. Roscoe's rhetoric devolves into an echo chamber of madness as Wayne's thoughts get more and deranged.

But the best part is that nobody even notices, how truly sick Wayne is... How does nobody notice how truly insane Wayne is?!?

While it is true Wayne is a fictional character. All of this is based on a true story. I am Wayne and Mufasa was my dumpster kitty...