The third psychiatrist's note Hello everyone! Today I wanna write about my friend who was met by me in the cafe. That time he was working there as a cashier. I hadn't seen him long time and I was glad to meet him. While we were talking he got to know that I was a psychiatrist then he asked me about his trouble. Sometimes he dwelled on to kill hiss relatives when he washed knifes after eating. Then he was snapping fingers for a couple minutes and obsession got away. He feared to go to a hospital because every summer he worked as a counselor at the camp. I've made hime to do it and now he can live without anxiety and obsession