Apparently, I can’t even afford to be happy.
I spoke to the hypnotherapist tonight and you know how I said I would be willing to pay $200-300 per session?
Well this guy charges $450 an hour.
And sessions are 2 hours long.
He did “offer” me a discounted rate of $4,900 for 8 weeks. Where I would have to place a 50% deposit.
I was not ready.
Sir, if I had that amount of money, I would not still be living with my parents.
He did not budge on his price either, which I respected but I didn’t ask for. What I did ask, was if I could get placed on a payment plan.
This is apart of the problem.
You look for help, but you can’t afford the help. So because I am broke, I am not worthy of your services?
That’s exactly how he made me feel. He didn’t say, “hey, well what we can do instead is….”
And I would completely respect that approach from a plastic surgeon but not someone whose claim is to help people. I guess he only wants to help rich people.
SIR, YOU ARE APART OF THE PROBLEM!
Just a reminder of the ways of the world. Everyone is out for the buck.
It should also be noted that he was on vacation and he seemed distracted the first few minutes of the phone call, like he was hardly paying attention to me.
Plus all the things he said were pretty generic, which is why I didn’t want to do the traditional therapy in the first place.
Now that I think about it, I was doubting if his services really worked as we spoke.
So maybe it’s a good thing I can’t afford it.
Imagine how pissed had I invested $5,000 for therapy that did nothing more for me than these self help books I read.
I was really looking forward to it though.
But such is life.
Screw you Alexander Fidelman.
PS, just pass me the drugs.