PART THREE: FRUSTRATION IS A B*ITCH
She made no promises and neither did I. As if this mutual feeling was simultaneously shared by both of us without putting words on it: “We’ll see how far we get”. She knew it, I did too… I was not an easy-going patient and she was not a quitter.
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PART TWO: OPENING THE BOX
I didn’t know what to think about my psychiatrist for about a month. She sat down, put her notebook on the purple coffee table, and glanced up at me: always the same gestures in that order. At the first two or three sessions, I was unable to trust that faded smile of hers: sometimes compassionate, sometimes just plain. Continue reading THERAPY TALES PART 2
“Just how many times do I have to come back again?” I tried to not sound skeptical but realized it was too late.
“It is important to understand that a therapy doesn’t really have a time limit… it depends on the patient” Continue reading THERAPY TALES PART 1