Why the fuck did I want to become therapist?

Seriously, why? Tonight I felt like shit as one of my intake clients belitted the shit out of me. I fucking hated that. I fucking hated that. Some people are down right abusive. I hate seeing families sometimes.

I have heard before that "if you get the sensation that your throat is being slit and there is nothing you can do about it, you are sitting in a room with a borderline."

No shit. Now I know what it feels like.

AND I FUCKING HATE IT.