I've been doing phone therapy on and off with a therapist I saw in Homer before my grand move to California. I love her to pieces and our phone sessions have seemed to work well. Still, I thought it might be better to see someone local fully equipped with eye contact, hand gestures and office visits.
A close friend of mine is a therapist and recommended someone that I've now seen a few times. This guy is good or rather he's good for me in the same way that triathlons and brussel sprouts are good for me: a miserable and unpleasant road to health that makes Damon a grumpy boy. If I can survive the painful blows that our counseling sessions have been so far I might actually grow from the experience.
Of course, I'd have to actually still be seeing him for that to find out if that would be the case.
Our therapy conversations went something like this (liberally paraphrased by yours truly):
me: I've been really depressed lately.
him: That's cuz you're fucked up in the head.
me: Um, okay. I guess I can see that...
him: No, really. I mean it.
him: We gotta fix that shit.
me: But, there seems to be so much difficult stuff to deal with right now.
him: Well the whole world is messed up. There are recessions, wars, conflicts, lost loves...
him: And children?
him: They die.
me: So I should stop hoping for things to get better?
him: Yep.
| March 26, 2008 03:37pm | 
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Did he tell you that puppies? Grow up into adults? And get old? And DIE?
I sure hope not.
Valette | March 26, 2008 7:09PM
Line from Moonstruck:
Rose: "I just want you to know that no matter what you do, you're still gonna die." Cosmo Cosmo: "Thank you, Rose.
Mike Eccles | March 27, 2008 8:38AM
I wish my therapist was that awesome. Mine is all filled with hope and bunnies and rainbows. She kinda annoys me.
Danielle | March 28, 2008 5:47PM