The Silent Patient

by Alex Michaelides

And I became a psychotherapist because I was fucked up.

Bro you are not that guy

whom I was never safe. My father’s unpredictable and arbitrary rages made any situation, no matter how benign, into a potential minefield. An innocuous remark or a dissenting voice would trigger his anger and set off a series of explosions from which there was no refuge.

Did we need to meet a vocab standard hello?

Which is why—and how—I related to Alicia Berenson. I was one of the lucky ones. Thanks to a successful therapeutic intervention at a young age, I was able to pull back from the brink of psychic darkness.

What is this writing

I hadn’t seen her because she was invisible.

Crying emoji bc what

Bloody scratches, and black bruises around my throat where she’d tried to strangle me—she’d dug so deep with her fingers, she’d drawn blood.

Theres no way she did that for no reason,is he the killer? If so why would those meds not let her recognize him?????she should still be cognitive???

That was it. Before long I was smoking weed every day. It became my best friend, my inspiration, my solace. An endless ritual of rolling, licking, lighting. I would get stoned just from the rustling of rolling papers and the anticipation of the warm, intoxicating high.

Jesus christ do I even have it in me to finish

“It means I think Freud was wrong about a couple of things.

A couple is an understatement

I WOKE UP ON THE HARD, cold ground, on my back. My first sensation was pain. My head was throbbing, stabbing, as if my skull had been cracked open. I reached up and gingerly touched the back of my head. “No blood,” said a voice. “But you’ll have a nasty bruise tomorrow. Not to mention a cracking headache.”

Bros second TBI and he was already losing cognition w the first

“Greedy bitch!” Elif shouted.

My fav character of this book tbh

For a second, I wondered if perhaps Christian was borderline, not Alicia. That would make a lot more sense.

What the fuck?

How’s your head?”

No complaints

One day, she left the house and went for a walk. I followed her, keeping my distance.

Bro hes so weird

This was the first time I came face-to-face with Alicia Berenson.

WWWWHGAAAAATTTT????

And when the story was all over the press and Alicia was on trial for murder, I felt a deep sense of personal responsibility, and the desire to expiate my guilt and prove that I was not responsible for what had happened.

I HATE THIS BOOOKKKK

I am a psychotherapist, remember.

who wrote this

The way I tried to help Alicia.

Bro

that I’m capable of the worst kind of acts without remorse, and my only concern is for my own skin?

Ok how can you be so dekusional sbout trying ti save her but also know you are so shitty.this writing is so inconsistant