Not sure why psychiatrists, psychotherapists and their kin got the nickname "shrinks". I suppose it's assumed that it's a mind-shrinking process that the patient, or client, as I prefer to say, undergoes during treatment. I disagree. I feel it's just the opposite of being shrunk, it's becoming decompressed. Like an inflatable life raft that automatically inflates on its own upon impact. That's me. Shrunk for years in the first aid department of a jet plane fueled by dysfunctional gases, only to crash into a fighter plane that knocks me out, plummenting from 10,000 feet in the sky, crashing into the sea and nearly exploding upon its sudden impact and the sudden mass decompression that takes place upon tasting the fresh big air and ocean. (ok that was a weird analogy, but whatever..)
And this is just a shot of the bookshelf in my therapist's waiting room, showcased with this hot cup of earl gray tea, which i prepared for myself, in the usual fashion before my session.
I post this on "everyday" because..it's not going any deeper. not today. Got too much to think about. big decisions. confusing events. loose ends.
Went into this session thinking i had my game plan all set out, but then she has to go and dig things up i didn't want to talk about. icky things. painful things. embarrassing things. not that these things will change the outcome, but may re-direct things, but hopefully in a good way. so that there's healing along the way.
no, i'm not shrunk. again, just the opposite. plans stretched, mind wobbling like it just got out of a medievial torture brain-stretching machine.
and the best remedy for a wobbly brain?
hand over the red and green box.
thanks for the casual chat. see ya.
