Last time I went to therapy, someone making enough to thrive in the pandemic couldn't seem to understand that class proximity to its effects causes different kinds of stress. Instead they kept recommending pseudoscientific energy therapies and went down the Jordan Peterson list of platitudes. The time before that I told an even wealthier one that watching kids die isn't fun and he said, direct quote, "when I'm sad I like to ride my bike". I couldn't strangle him without it being considered an anger issue by some third bourgeois cunt.

Probably works for some, I cannot stand being under a microscope by someone who is ideologically hostile toward me and whose professional incentive is to personalise problems rather than attack their environmental and systemic roots.