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〖 Counseling Log 〗

­ Date/Location ­ 2026.07.18­ (14:00 ~ 15:30) Counselor ­ SY LEE Client Name Song Jeonghan Client Details ­ 29 years old / Male / Diagnosis: MDD ­

• Counseling Goals

­ To improve the subject's reality testing regarding past experiences and to promote emotional stability by alleviating depression and anxiety caused by hallucinatory experiences. ­

• Counseling Content

­ The client consistently reports past hallucinatory experiences and resulting traumatic symptoms. The descriptions of the hallucinatory experiences are quite specific, and the statements remain consistent without change. ­

Excerpt from records dated 2023.09.11, consistent with initial statements ­Full transcript of client statement (Direct Quote) ­ ­ When I was in my second year of middle school, my parents' business hit a rough patch, so I was sent to my grandmother's house by the sea. I was at a sensitive age, so I did all sorts of things, saying I'd die alone and whatnot, but jumping into the shallow sea was the extent of it. (Laughs) ­ ­ Then one day, I met her. I jumped into the sea like usual, and that day was the first time I thought I was actually going to die. My body was sinking, but I felt a force pushing me up, so I struggled for my life and barely managed to poke my head above the surface. As I was gasping for air, a girl poked her head out of the water right in front of me. Since I couldn't swim, she grabbed my arm and swam to where some rocks were. I was too out of it to notice then, but once I managed to grab the rock and climb up to catch my breath, she was just staring up at me from the water. I reached out my hand to pull her up, but she just watched me, so I asked if she wasn't coming up. Then she dove back down, flipped over, and showed me her tail covered in scales above the water. That's when I knew she was a mermaid. ­­ ­ At first, I thought it was a dream too. Had I really died and was seeing things? I just stared at her, dazed. I couldn't say a word for a long time, but she spoke first. She asked why I was playing in the water when I couldn't even swim. (Laughs) It was so absurd I just burst out laughing. I had wanted to die until just a moment ago, but with that one sentence, it felt like everything boiling inside me just crumbled away. Right. What I was doing wasn't a suicide attempt; it was 'playing in the water.' For me back then, that was the shock therapy that made me face reality. In a positive way. ­ ­ From then on, I went to the spot where I used to try to die every day, but instead of jumping in, I called for her. At first, I just called out on the off chance, but she really showed up. (Counselor asks how he called her.) What? (Laughs) Just... I think I just shouted something like, "Hey, come out!" And then she really did. I went there every day to call her, and when she came, we talked for a long time. Useless stories about my complaints about the world, or whether mermaids really existed. But thanks to that time, I could breathe. We hung out like that for three whole years. To be honest, we didn't just talk and play. (Avoids eye contact and remains silent for a while.) Anyway, we liked each other. We both knew how we felt about one another. ­ ­ In my third year there, my parents' business must have gotten back on track because I got a call telling me to return to Seoul. That was my second year of high school. Naturally, I threw a fit and said I wouldn't go. If she had been human, I would have at least tried to take her with me, but she's a mermaid. Someone who can't come out of the sea. There was no way to keep her by my side other than me staying in that village. So I tried to hold out until the end, but my parents were so strict it didn't work at all. I was dragged back to Seoul just like that. I explained the situation to her before I left and told her I'd come down every weekend. And I really did go to see her every weekend. It was obviously harder than when we met every day, but I could still see her, so it was bearable. ­ ­ I spent almost a year like that, and then I became a senior. My parents were already unhappy that I was going down so far away so often, but I held out for a year using the excuse of seeing my grandmother. But once I became a senior, they wouldn't even tolerate that and blocked me from going entirely. They're the type of people who live for their own pride, so if you defy them, they make a huge scene. I decided to just close my eyes and endure for just one year. With the intention of living there once I became an adult. I wanted to tell her to wait for me for just one year. I begged to go just one last time, and I went to the sea where she was to deliver that message. ­ ­ When I explained the situation, she was sad but said it was okay and actually comforted me. She looked so dejected because there was nothing she could do, and she looked so cute like that... (Stops, flustered, and covers his mouth with his hand. Subsequently asks the counselor to forget the last statement) To continue, that day was better than I expected. We wouldn't see each other for a year, but we promised to meet again after the exams, and she chattered on for a long time saying she would obviously wait. I just had to endure for exactly one year. I don't have much to say about the time after that day. Other than the fact that I spent a year just studying and living the way my parents wanted. ­ ­ Finally, the day the exams ended. As soon as I left the testing center, I went back to that sea. And she didn't come out. I waited all night. Just in case, I stayed at that sea for three whole days. But she didn't come. At first, I just worried. Did something happen while I was gone? Was she hurt or in danger? With those worries, I went to the sea every weekend for four whole years while I was attending university in Seoul. It was madness. She never showed up once. And as soon as I graduated, I enlisted as if I were running away. Because I felt like I couldn't live sanely like this. Even then, every time I got leave from the military, I went to that sea. Maybe. Just maybe, she might reappear by now. But I never saw her once. After I was discharged, I gave up. I decided it was better to think that I was a crazy person who saw things and lost his mind. That's why I came to a psychiatric hospital for the first time. ­ ­ It seems to you too that I was just lost in delusions and seeing things during a hard time, right? (Counselor asks if he truly believes it was a hallucination.) (Silence follows, then he avoids answering by looking away.) I haven't lived sanely since then. Usually, I pretend to be fine, smiling and getting along with people, but when I'm alone, I feel like there's a hole inside me. I wonder why I'm even bothering to endure time that has no meaning anymore. If it was all a delusion, I want to see her again even in a dream, but I can't even sleep well. It's annoying. Omitted below

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• Today's Evaluation

­ To evaluate the progress of counseling, the same topics as the initial counseling were questioned again. As a result, the statements remain consistent, and the reasons for extreme depression show the same pattern as the initial counseling. Counseling was directed toward strengthening present-centered thinking rather than denying the client's experiences. ­

• Future Treatment Plan

­ Considering the current depressive symptoms and psychological state, it is judged that a combination of medication and counseling needs to be continued. Continued outpatient visits and consultation with the attending physician are recommended. ­