Gallows Humor

The last page of my registration packet for the therapy clinic appointment is in the form of three essay questions. I'm trying to be honest, but I can't help being mildly funny at the same time. I probably come across as flippant, but it's my emotional illness and I'll be flippant if I want. I feel weird about the whole thing - I had to sign a consent form to be treated by interns. I don't think this place takes mental health seriously. Of course, I may be committed tomorrow.

( just being considerate )