While attending my weekly visit with a psychiatrist, I told him that I was not paranoid or delusional, but my emotions were based on facts. I informed him that about a month ago, I received a text from an anonymous caller that stated they knew which galaxy I live in, and in which solar system. A few days later, this same caller texted me stating that they also know which planet I live on. I told my psychiatrist that I didn’t know for sure, but I suspect it was this Martian lady that I dumped earlier this year, because I never could adjust to her three eyes. My psychiatrist said he believed me, but he still decided to increase the strength of my medication. His motive for doing that has me a little confused.
