It’s amazing to me how life can turn on a dime.
Years pass in a parade of seemingly endless and monotonous days. Then, something happens. It can be anything, something infinitesimal, but every moment afterward is different.
It can come in the form of a phone call or a simple thought. No matter how it comes, it’s as if flood gates open and everything good rushes in and everything bad rushes out.
(A generic therapist office that looks exactly like you think a therapist’s office should look. I am sitting on a sofa facing a therapist who is seated.)
Me: I am back!
Therapist TBD: Back? Back from where?
Me: Well, almost back, I am not quite there yet.
Therapist TBD: Can you clarify?
Me: I’m back, doctor, well almost back, to the person I used to be.
Therapist TBD: I don’t understand.
Me: Sure you do.
Therapist TBD: I assure you that I don’t.
Me: What have we been talking about these past several months?
Therapist TBD: Nothing, these sessions haven’t happened yet, remember?
