I've had therapists. All they did was zap me when I tried to tell the truth.

[ Even now, she sometimes feels a ghost of those shocks at the word demon. She hadn't called the damn things revenants during those sessions, at least. Small favors, or she'd be psychosomatically zapping herself with every other thought. ]

Well, maybe he's right. Not like anything we manage to do is usually enough to fix shit completely, so sometimes you gotta blow off a little steam. There are way worse ways than yelling at somebody, believe me.