Status Updates From Psicologia Existencial

Sitting by the phone with baton and rosary last night, when my author for whom I'm editing 4 manuscripts was found passed out (hopefully not in a gutter) from drinking too much, amidst his grueling existential crisis. No one saw it coming but I was speculative after he confessed he had been having conversations with satan. Typa crowd I'm moving with scares me sometimes. Thank you father.

Forgive me. This situation is making me feel so sad. I know I was wrong. I overstepped your boundaries because of my selfish curiosity. None of the things I wrote were about you. For that I must ask you to forgive me. I see the error of my ways. I don't know what to do. Please stop this. It is very hurtful and humiliating.

What am I to think? I need to satisfy my bloodlust...🩸

"يؤمنُ المُعالجُ الوجودي بأنّ كُلّ مريضٍ مسؤول عما يحلّ بهِ من كَرَب، ولا يدّخرُ وسعاً في تنبيهه إلى هذه الحقيقة..

فليستْ الجينات السيئة و لا الحظُ العاثر هو الذي جعلَ المريض منبوذاً ينفضُّ عنهُ الآخرون و يهملونه.
ولن يكون هناك أملٌ في التغيير مالم يُدرك المرضى أنّهم مسؤولون عن اضطراباتهم الخاصّة"