I've had a lot of people claiming to protect me that fail me. Anyone who's been in charge of my mental well-being, in fact. Thirty-plus years worth of therapists. Every one I saw was worse than the last.

-until here....although I suppose that remains to be seen. It'd be difficult to find worse than the last two. So yeah, it's hard to accept. I've been here almost a year and I still expect to have the rug pulled out from under me.

But Malcolm's...I don't want him to pay for my paranoia. Or misanthropy, or whatever it is.