## THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR “DOCTOR” FANTASY (AND WHY YOU’RE LYING TO YOURSELF)
Listen up.
You booked the appointment. You sat in the stiff, sterile chair. You watched the door.
Your pulse kicked up a notch when the handle turned.
In walks the figure: crisp white coat, sharp eyes, maybe even a stethoscope slung around the neck like a badge of cold, clinical authority.
*Professional. Detached. In control.*
**Bullshit.**
That pristine white coat? It’s a costume. A carefully constructed illusion of distance. A wall you *think* protects you.
Because underneath it?
**Black.**
Deep, undeniable, unfiltered BLACK.
The secret you pretend isn’t simmering. The energy you try to rationalize away as “professional curiosity.” The *thrill* you deny when the atmosphere shifts from sterile to… charged.
You sit there, crossing and uncrossing your legs, fiddling with your phone you’re not even looking at.
You answer the routine questions with a voice slightly too high, a smile slightly too tight.
You tell yourself you’re here for the “examination.” For the prescription. For the cold, hard facts.
**Stop lying.**
I see it. I feel it vibrating off you. That low hum beneath the surface of your polite, nervous chatter.
You didn’t just come for the diagnosis.
**You came for the DOSE.**
You want the *direct work*.
Not the detached, textbook bullshit. Not the safe, predictable script.
You crave the moment the professional facade *drops*.
You *hope* the examination takes longer. You *pray* for a reason to linger. You *fantasize* about what happens when the white coat comes off and reveals what’s *really* underneath.
**The Black.**
The raw competence. The unapologetic focus. The intensity that doesn’t ask for permission, it DEMANDS your attention. The energy that bypasses your rational mind and goes straight for your core.
That sterile room? It’s an arena.
That examination table? It’s a proving ground.
And I’m not here to hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings. I’m not here to coddle your delicate sensibilities or validate your comfortable little illusions.
**I work DIRECTLY.**
I cut through the fluff, the fear, the self-imposed limitations. I expose the weakness you try to hide. I pinpoint the *real* source of your symptoms – and it’s usually not physical, Prince. It’s in your head. It’s in your lack of discipline. It’s in your addiction to comfort and your terror of real power.
You *say* you want the prescription.
But what you *crave* is the **intervention.**
You want the direct hit. The unflinching truth. The force that shatters the glass cage of your mediocre existence. You want the power radiating from beneath the black fabric, the competence that doesn’t need the white coat to command the room, it just *does*.
So let’s be brutally honest, since you clearly lack the courage to say it yourself:
You’re not hoping for a quick in-and-out.
**You’re hoping I take my time.**
You’re hoping I see *past* the surface complaint.
You’re hoping I push. I probe. I challenge.
You’re hoping the clinical detachment slips, just for a second, revealing the fierce, uncompromising intensity that *actually* gets results.
That’s the “black secret” underneath. It’s not scandalous.
**It’s POWER.**
It’s the refusal to play the timid, predictable game. It’s the commitment to direct, unfiltered impact. It’s the understanding that *real* healing, *real* transformation, isn’t gentle. It’s a controlled demolition of everything holding you back.
So next time you sit in that chair, vibrating with nervous energy, ask yourself the raw question:
**”Am I here for the safe, sterile examination…**
**… or am I here for the DOSE of direct, undeniable reality waiting under the coat?”**
Choose wisely.
My time isn’t cheap.
And I don’t deal in placebos.
**Embrace the Black.
Or get out of the chair.**
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Am I here for the safe, sterile examination...** **... or am I here for the DOSE of direct, undeniable reality waiting under the coat?** Choose wisely. My time isn’t cheap. And I don’t deal in placebos.
