Digging a Pit

Qin Muse furrowed her brow. "You're lying."

"I don't have any mental health problems!"

Yimo said, "Someone who doesn't have a mental illness wouldn't say they have one."

"Muse, what are you hesitating about?"

"What's troubling you?"

"If you really have no problems, why not just reject me and call the number on your phone?"

"Even you know there's something wrong with you!"

"Why not hear my diagnosis?"

Qin Muse hesitated, then gritted her teeth. "Go on..."

Yimo said, "You've been living in a repressive environment for a long time, and it's affected your perception."

"You've numbed yourself into thinking that a life you weren't satisfied with is now especially wonderful."

"That's an excessive form of self-protection."

"Do you feel like there's something wrong with your memory, like it doesn't match up with your life now?"

"Of course, that's all an illusion created by your self-numbing."

"You forgot me because you've been excessively convincing yourself that you're fine. You've chosen to believe there's nothing wrong with you, and selectively forgotten anything you think might be bad for you."

"This isn't a superpower. It's a mental illness. You can't truly forget those things!"

"You must have sensed it, right? I seem familiar to you. We haven't met for the first time."

Qin Muse thought about it, then said, "I do feel like I know you."

"But... that feeling definitely doesn't mean you're a doctor!"

"My subconscious tells me you're a bad person!"

Yimo said, "Isn't it only natural for patients who refuse treatment to think their doctor is a bad person?"

"See? Case closed. I'm your psychologist!"

Although some of what Yimo said did make sense, Qin Muse refused to believe her. "You're talking nonsense!"

"If you're my psychologist, why are you contacting me directly in private?"

Yimo said, "I told