Therapy is serious business and it can be really hard work. But there is…a lighter side.
Why I love my Therapist…
Who else would listen to me “yammer on” for an hour at a time, week after week and not fall asleep?
Who else would nod and say, “So you are mad that the dog chewed up your favorite shoes.” He really gets me!
I tell him things that I think are crazy (you would too if I told you!) but he assures me that I am not crazy. That is worth the cost of therapy right there! (Psst, tell me again that I am NOT crazy and I will tip you an extra $20.)
I tell him about nightmares that I am certain reveal me to be a pyschopath in embryo, and he doesn’t suddenly declare his retirement and refer me to another therapist.
I talk, he listens. He doesn’t judge. He is always there. He never seems to get tired of listening to me.
What would I do without him? I guess I could get a dog…come to think of it, that would be cheaper…but a dog couldn’t say, “You are not crazy. What happened to you was crazy. Your response is normal.”
Yeah, I love my Therapist.