I think most of us get highly impressed with the diagnostic.
I liked it the way I was before it. La Bruja thought I was having too much fun and sent me to the shrink.
That day, the music died.

You think you're sick because you don't act "normal" and a "professional" tells you you're crazy. You have to believe it.

I went to jail once being inocent, and the sheer fact that the stupid police took me in, made me feel guilty.
It confused me for a long time while waiting for trial.
I was doubting myself, because, if I did nothing wrong, how come I'm in this situation.

Then my lawyer asked for the Feds. I thought he was crazy.
Even the judge told him "are you sure you want the feds?" "they are nasty people".
Well, that ended the case. Feds never showed up.
They new Federal law. And that I did nothing wrong.

The stupid stupid local police tried to interpret Federal Law without any knowledge or any brains. I lost two years of my life in this mess.
As they say, you can beat the wrap, but you can't beat the ride.
They gave me the ride of my life. For nothing. Absolutely nothing. I sponged the case in a day.
21 pigs involved in the case. Like I was Al Capone. Hundreds of hours of audio and video surveillance. Wasted. My tax dollars at work.
I hope that cocky pig is on foot downtown Miami writing parking tickets. For the duration.

All this reegamaroll is to illustrate the fact that, because a "professional" says I'm crazy, I am.

I'm the same person I was seven years ago. Finally.
If La Bruja doesn't like it, tough.
She met me doing everything I was doing and wanted me at the time.
Her choice. She has to live with it. Or abandon ship. All the same to me.
I'll never listen to anybody ever again.
Mother is dead, so I have less guidance now. And......................................
I love myself!!!.

Cheers.
I'm back.