Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been terrified of something lurking under my bed at night. The thought of a mysterious presence in the dark filled me with dread, so I decided to seek help. I went to a psychiatrist and poured my heart out.
The psychiatrist, with a reassuring smile, said, “Just put yourself in my hands for one year. Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears.”
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