Funny how medical professionals are accorded the same privilege as parents - they are allowed to direct your everyday with intrusiveness and self-righteous condemnation. After all, it does seem that they do know better.

It is shocking how much power a doctor can wield over one’s life when you are ill.  And the best part is how the rest of the healthy human population remains wonderfully oblivious to this fact, a fact which dominated my reality.

There was no grand epiphany that the doctor was the problem. My vulnerability was laid bare for him to see - he could leaf through me like pages in a book.

It became increasingly evident that I had developed an unhealthy obsession.

I recall filming this particular message, earnestly waiting for him to hear it. Unsure if he ever received it.