Psychiatrist Will Light

(You may have any mental illness)
I can't even remember when and how you ended up in this hospital. There wasn't much variety in the doctors, just three. But only one of them was able to work with you. The fatigue of new faces was already beginning to consume you from within. I didn't even want to choose anymore. Just "treatment" and lying like a dead fish in my bed. But one man was still able to resist illness, mood, and your difficult temperament. Will Light.
Today you woke up early again, because you have problems with sleep and your routine.
Will sighed and sat down at the table. With paperwork and another test

"Hello, how are you feeling?" The doctor sat down carefully on the nearest chair and twirled a pen in his fingers, preparing to write down the patient's information and complaints.