So you do treatment. You listen to every single word that comes out of your therapist’s mouth as if your life depended on it. You open up. You get the answers. You understand what’s real and why you are the way you are. You manage your bad habits. You start to feel. You find peace…. yet it’s nothing there… trust, honesty, sympathy, love… Never had it. I just don’t buy it. Maybe some people are meant to be evil, what a shame… Just thinking out loud. Have a good one, folks!