The Psychologist.

In my beautiful eyes where my point of view is distorted and contorted to see left and right and understand the true meaning of up and down I have the dream of being a psychologist. You see, the beauty in being this well rounded person is that you have the capabilities to see everything and everyone. You have the capabilities to see what you don't want to see and understand what you don't want to hear... the truth is, I love this.

I love alleviating the hurt in a person who has felt their hurt for sometime, making them a newer better person. Right now, I'm my own patient trying to recover from something, in my eyes, detrimental.. I'm trying to find a process and I haven't really found one yet. But one thing I do know is that break ups really do put me in depressions because I'm a very sensitive and affectionate person.

There's this woman in my past who helped me her name was Beatrice, my counselor, and I loved her to death. I wish I could find her and tell her how I aspire to be her one day. She taught me tricks to overcome my anxiety, she knew skills, explained the importance of the basics, things like this made me want to help people just like me. Knowing tools like, "the happy box" made me who I am today, the psychologist.