I called the doctor, during writing the book, the psychiatrist who treated me at that time, Dr. Jackson. And I said, Dr. Jackson, whole pieces are missing. I don't understand what happened to me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Doctors didn't know what to do with me.
Often doctors didn't even tell you what was wrong with you. They just treated you, and sent you home.
It seems so long ago that I played the part of the Doctor.
In treatment, all of the negative things I did were stripped away and I had to start processing my feelings.
You don't have a family doctor anymore like you did when you were a kid, who treated you throughout your life.
The doctor's name was Sylvia. I told her she'd have a problem with me because Sylvia was my mother's name.
I ran into an extraordinary doctor. He got up inside my head and figured out how my brain processed things, what my core values were, what my inner dialogue was.
Reading Stephen King's book, On Writing, was like being cornered and forced to have a long, drawn out mental enema.
People had this image of the Jacksons as the perfect American family and I destroyed that image. But what people have to understand is writing that book was very healing for me.
Medicine ended up being the best thing I ever did for my writing.
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