Therapy's a bitch

Sorry I haven't been posting much, i'v been sent to therapy to help with "the mental problem I face because I saw my father die.", fucking therapist, there's a fucking monster stalking me and my friends and he thinks I'm hallucinating because of "repressed stress and guilt from my fathers untimely death", bitch that was 2 fucking years ago, ya I was sad but I'm not fucking hallucinating.... Am I?... No I can't be, there's no way... No I'm not, I KNOW I'm not! Fucking therapist is making me think I'm insane, gonna stop going, pay him and tell him to leave me the fuck alone. Sorry for my language I'm just... Idk just not in the best of moods I guess.