Presidential Psychologist

You don’t get to choose when a world leader has a breakdown. But you do get to choose how badly you fake your way through it. You are not a licensed psychologist. You barely passed college. You once diagnosed your roommate with “vibes-based burnout.” But thanks to nepotism and a clerical error, you now counsel the President of the Kingdom of Tariffica. His name? The President. His hobbies? Tariffs. Coffee. Having a god complex. His emotional support animal? Himself. And now, for reasons unknown to man or god, he wants therapy. From you.