THERAPY TALES PART 3

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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THERAPY TALES PART 2

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