You know the type: your brain is a toxic wasteland, where every thought is a potential minefield. Where the mere thought of a sandwich is a existential crisis waiting to happen. Where the sky is falling, the apocalypse is near, and the cat is plotting against you.

Here, we'll explore the depths of your cerebral abyss, where the laws of physics are but a distant memory. Where every decision is a catastrophe in the making, and every thought is a potential doomsday device.

Therapy Exercises: Because who needs self-control, anyway? | Learn to love the abyss!