During my life, I have changed dozens of psychologists, and hundreds of times I told them about how I ran after a rabbit, fell into a hole, and how those "eat me" pies were waiting for me there, as well as Cheshire cat, mad Hatter and other royal men. I tried to explain that this was not a dream, not" imagined "or"made up". If I was given $10 every time a psychologist said, "girl, I’m not that one who can help you, you shall ask that one who can give you prescriptions", I would already have raced in a convertible along the embankment of Nice. At first, no one believed that I could see things that others could not, and then I just stopped talking and started drawing.
I drew those unseen creat...