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What bugs me the most is that my father was schizophrenic and there is a good chance that I inherited something from him.
One day, he got out of hospital, after a treatment, met some friends and drank alcohol. He died shortly - may God rest his soul. I have to see a head shrinker. That could be expensive and even more confusing. I picture that while he diagnoses me, I'll be analyzing him; although I have no official practice on this ground. But I can not help myself... and this might be a disorder too. I know I will like the psychoanalyst for not being perfect; for acting humanly, just like me.
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