An open letter to the man who constantly pisses me off,
You are very frustrating. I literally get mad at you between each session. Why do you keep insisting I learn things I already know? You know I’m training to be a therapist. We learned this in class. Yes, I recognize that if I was already doing what I was supposed to be--aka breathing exercises, regular yoga, actually sleeping once in a while--you wouldn’t feel the need to teach me these things. Still, it’s not that I don’t know them. It’s that I never do them.
Okay, maybe I see your point.
BUT. Dear therapist, why do you insist on annoying me to add things to my busy life? You know I don’t have time to breathe as it is and now you want me to have fun? Who has time for fun? I’m a grad student! Also, I live in a state of constant existential dread. Does that sound fun to you? Yes, I recognize that I love positive psychology, and that having fun improves health and wellness. I also recognize that this moment is my life. The past is not my life and the future may never exist, so this moment right now is the thing that is my life. I understand that. I also understand that by not enjoying the now I am shrinking myself and my life. I hear you, but I’m just so busy. Do I have time to pursue the things you encourage me to? Like this blog. Do I look like I have time for a blog? What do you know about me, Dr. Therapist?
Stop fronting like you know me. Just because you’ve heard the intimate details of my life doesn’t mean you know me. Except of course you do. Besides the point.
And yes I have learned a lot from you and you’re usually right about what will make me feel better, and writing again has provided a creative outlet to counter all the analytical work of school...wait what was I saying? Was I mad about something? Can’t remember.
Anyway, keep up the good work! Seriously, you’re a great therapist. Glad you got me writing again,