Counsellor jokes

My grief counselor died today. He did such a great job. I don't even care.

My grief counselor died just the other day.

He was so good though, I didn't care.

So I meet with a therapist on a weekly basis. We talk about my depression and how it's been getting worse. Recently, I've been advised about my condition, and how I've been discussing with her about being suicidal. She's been very helpful throughout it. I was even told I can pay in advance from now on, so I don't have to worry about it later.

I was having issues in my personal and professional life. I hated everyone. I was on the brink of a mental breakdown and depression. I decided to see a therapist about it. The therapist suggested that I should write letters to the people I hate and then burn them. I must admit I feel much better...

But now I don't know what to do with the letters.

My therapist told me that time heals all wounds. So I stabbed him, now we wait.

I called that Rape Advice Line earlier today. Unfortunately, it's only for victims.