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Dr. Harper
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June 16 - June 18, 2025
What would you do if someone told you about 9/11 the day before it happened? Or Newtown? Or Vegas?
Fear of death or murder was one of the most common manifestations of OCD.
Who needs an abuser when you have a big book telling kids that an omniscient deity thinks they’re defective.
“I’m always alone in a dark field, wandering around aimlessly. And I’m eating something, but I can’t remember what.”
“He’s become irritable and hypervigilant – and he seems detached from us.”
“The problem with PTSD is that the body and mind work on overdrive to prevent the same fear or pain from happening again. It’s like repeatedly touching a hot stove to remind yourself that it hurts. It’s stuck in a feedback loop.”
But as I drifted to sleep, I was plagued by dreams of a hooded figure… kneeling over Noah… and tearing out his stomach. ◆◆◆
I find it very obnoxious when people present problems with obvious solutions, dismiss the solution, and continue complaining about the problem.
Then he stared at me, tilted his head, and bellowed: “MOOOOOOO……”
“It’s an extremely rare psychological disorder where the sufferer thinks they’re a bovine.”
“Patient File #220: Officer Donahue”
Then, at the same time, they spoke nearly the identical sentence: “He’ll manipulate you.” / “She’ll manipulate you.”
“The most common partner of someone with Borderline Personality Disorder isn’t the Narcissist,” I said. “It’s Codependency. Caretaking. People pleasing. Rescuing. People who feel responsible for the emotions of others, burdened by constant guilt and worry when conflicts arise.”
“It doesn’t have to be abuse,” I said. “Just someone who took up a lot of space. Emotional outbursts, constant fights, rigid rules, drinking issues, unpredictable moods… Anything like that?”
“You’re all of them,” I said. “When we carry these wounds, we continue entering relationships and repeating the same story. Maybe we start as the rescuer, but our victimized partner inevitably comes to see us as the perpetrator. So we become the bad guy in their eyes. Then we’re so exhausted and drained that we start to feel like the victim ourselves.”
“A false version of love. Love is not heavy and sad. It is not pitiful and tragic. Love is light – infinite and open. It flows freely from within.”
Sociopaths love to play innocent while their victims self-destruct and question their own sanity.
with a kitchen knife. And that’s when I saw Kierra. She was bound to a chair with rope, and her mouth was covered by duct tape.
Kierra didn’t have Borderline Personality Disorder or C-PTSD, and she definitely wasn’t the victim of a sociopath.
A sociopath pretending to have Borderline Personality Disorder. That had to be a first.
“Thank you so much, Doc,” he said. “You didn’t just save my life. You made it a life worth living.”
So in that moment, I decided I would need to shut him out of my heart forever.
Cotard’s Delusion. But that was almost too perfect. A condition where the patient literally believes they are the walking dead. And typically that manifests as anxiety and depression, not cannibalism.
His cheeks went pink and I felt bad, but we needed to get the hell out of here.
“Wow, another guest at Harper’s Hotel of Horror?”
“He’s a cannibalistic serial killer.” I stormed over to her with the gun. “So unless you want me to give your new roommate a knife and fork, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME THINK.”
“That’s the hydra,” I said. “It’s the largest – and longest – constellation. From Greek mythology.”
Suddenly, I felt that old nostalgic warmth come flooding through my heart. Like the breaking of a dam that somehow wiped out all of my rigid defenses.
He leaned in, and his soft lips met mine. His kiss was so gentle, and so caring. In that moment, I felt like I didn’t have to be Dr. Harper anymore. I could just be Elliot.
“Is it really a smear campaign if it’s true…?” I muttered.
Let’s face it. I looked like a fucking psycho.
It used to be OCD, PTSD, and boanthropy. Now, I was surrounded by mass murderers, rapists, and pedophiles.
My deal was life without parole – in exchange for taking the death penalty off the table.
“Maybe you need a therapist.”
