The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ vii. I awoke rested and feeling great. No anxiety, no intrusive thoughts, nothing at all. It was like being back to normal. There’d been other times I’d woken up feeling like this. Sometimes (but not often), it lasted. Other times, I’d deteriorate throughout the day. For now, though, as I had breakfast and prepared to see Dr Victor with my mum and John – John to interpret in case my mum didn’t understand anything Dr Victor had to say – I couldn’t imagine feeling again as I had the previous day. When we got to PANCH, we met Dr Victor in a plush consulting room – it…
The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ iv. I struggled to get to sleep, worried voices would speak to me – since Dr Victor had put the question to me, I had to be close to this being possible. Surely, it was as simple as being balanced on a fine line: Sanity | Insanity Just the gentlest nudge, and I’d be over. People who heard voices were crazy. That’s the way they’re depicted in media, unless they’re Joan of Arc or something. But they burned her. Everybody else who heard voices ended up in institutions, doped up and lost to reality. Whatever the case, no good could come from hearing voices. Now, I questioned…