He Spent a Year Paying a Doctor to Write Down a Fragile, Unstable Version of Me That Didn’t Exist — So When He Finally Set Me Aside, the Whole World Would Believe I’d Simply Come Apart on My Own

I had been taken apart, deliberately, by hands I trusted, and there is a strange freedom in that — the freedom of a person who discovers that the enemy she’d been fighting inside her own skull was never inside it at all.

Dr.

Pratt’s honest evaluation and Lawson’s dishonest one, side by side, told the whole story of what had been done to me.

One was a doctor writing what she saw.

The other was a doctor writing what he was paid to make true.

I have kept both, to this day, because together they are the map of the exact place I was almost lost, and the proof that I was not.

Chapter 11 — The Threat