Is it a good sign when your therapist keeps saying Ka-Ching?

Has anybody else completely lost it or is it just me and Kanye?

Asked my therapist who their therapist was and went to see them. Asked them the same thing until I got to the final boss therapist and defeated them with my train wreck of a life.

Going to therapy is like having someone walk around your brain and going “ohhhh, this is how you’re living?!”

80 years ago we would have all been institutionalized and I think that’s beautiful.

Can anyone recommend some basic intrusive thoughts for someone looking to get into anxiety?

I wish I could put an AirTag on my sanity.

My reality check bounced, guess I’ll have to stay insane for the time being.

I told my psychiatrist I’ve been hearing voices lately. He told me I don’t have a psychiatrist.

My therapist says he can’t take any more of my talk and that I should join a group. So, here I am.

Deleting my mental health to focus on social media.

My mental health is as reliable as a flashlight in a horror film.

Always stay crazy. Otherwise you’ll go crazy.

Me as the therapist: “Listen, just take a nap!”

The only reason I haven’t gone crazy yet is because I’m just too lazy.

Therapy isn’t enough. I need to run my brain through the dishwasher.

Only thing that can cure my depression is $500 million.

I’m gonna start telling men I know a spot and it’s just me dropping them off at therapy.

I didn’t really mind the voices in my head until one of them started their own podcast.

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.