Dear Ms. Lizette

I thought I could help you but my boss the head doctor thinks you are too screwed up for me to help. In all honesty he never liked you, so in many ways my life is easier at work when I don't have to ask him for permission for giving you extra sessions and going over time.

Ms. Lizette, in the short time I got to know you I shifted between thinking you were too healthy to have that diagnosis only to realize it was just a mask I couldn't understand.

I hoped I could help you but now that you have been tranferred to another unit I am glad I don't have to continue trying to figure you out. It made me tired.

As you know, I have had great success treating rat phobias and other issues, but not with BPD. I am not sure how good I am at this.

Good bye, forever.

P