The doc says I should keep a journal to try and help sort out my thoughts. Not that I'm sure how exactly I'm going to sort out everything that has happened but he made it pretty clear that it is Doctor's Orders. Though he assured me that he won't read anything I don't want him to.
I guess I am just happy that I get to talk to a human psychologist for this. Ratchet seems like a nice guy... bot... Whatever, he seems nice but I don't think I'll ever be as comfortable talking with him as with a human doctor. And I honestly don't think he'd feel all that comfortable either, nor really very understanding of my situation. Doctor Westborough at least specializes in helping disabled soldiers reacclimate to civilian life. Human soldiers.
I guess if I'm going to have any chance of getting back into the swing of things I am just going to have to say it. I'm no longer human. I'm now a robot who can transform into a car.
It should be kind of cool, I mean at least I'm a sports car, but at the moment there is a terrible sense of despair blocking out the appreciation of anything that might resemble fun. And I know it all stems from the fact that it can't be reversed. I'm stuck this way barring waking up to find out this is a terrible dream. Which I'm still hoping for.
I'm still not sure how this is supposed to help me "become okay" with things.
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