I'm just trying to help.

Well, I've been counseled again. Did I share that I see a counselor? I do. I go once in a while, because, you know - I feel like I should talk to Someone other than the world wide web...and this someone can also write prescriptions and as far as I know, none of you can come through for me on that issue.

 

And I used to see this guy counselor. But I didn't like him, we didn't mesh. And the first time we talked, he made me cry. And? He reminded me of Mr. Rogers, but chubbier and with a beard.

 

So now I see a girl, who I feel much more comfortable with. Well, more comfortable than with a chubby bearded Mr. Rogers.

 

Also? Why don't I just call it therapy? Like "I'm in therapy" instead of "I've been counseled." I guess it's a less scary word to me. Therapist. Counselor. The latter makes me think of the harmless school guidance counselor so, yah, I'm sticking with the fluffy word that makes me feel cozy.

 

You know you wanna know what we’ve covered, don’t you…

 

Some fun things that arise via my verbal diarrhea:

 

• My brother who passed away.
• My father who passed away.
• My mom, who's my hero, but whom I feel the need to take care of even though she's completely capable of caring for herself.
• My need to release the inner control freak.
• My love hate/relationship with wine.
• My need to feel perfect in all things (wife, mother, sister, daughter, worker, friend) - and then feeling like I'm failing at at least half of them on a daily basis.
• My lack of job satisfaction
• My love of target (no lie).

 

Wanna know why I shared?

 

It’s to help you! So you’d feel much better about yourself, of course! See – all these issues I have? Bet you don’t have nearly as many & therefore – less f’d up than me! Don’t you feel better?

 

It’s like watching Hoarders – those hot messes make me feel way better about my slightly messy living room.

 

You’re Welcome.