People I know ask why my blog isn't filled with hilarious stories about my "patients".
Cofidentiality issues aside, the way Hollywood notoriorizes (my word) mental health issues is fare removed from the actual reality, warmth and respect of the time I spend with clients.
If I am laughing in a session it is usually due to a wisecrack made by them, as life's difficulties allows one an above average grip on humour. Here is something these wanderers of my soul have taught me:
Cofidentiality issues aside, the way Hollywood notoriorizes (my word) mental health issues is fare removed from the actual reality, warmth and respect of the time I spend with clients.
If I am laughing in a session it is usually due to a wisecrack made by them, as life's difficulties allows one an above average grip on humour. Here is something these wanderers of my soul have taught me:
Depression, to my nuanced sight,
Appears as my experiences of driving alone
Through a voluminous thunderstorm
My usually firm grip quivers
From the force of this unrelenting
Jaggedly shaking pressure
The roads that I usually whiz through
Singing at the top of my voice, become
Sinister, slippery, arduous with danger
The thunder assaults my ears and the lightning
Reflects the fear in my runny eyes
I am too weak for this, it is too strong
I need a safe rest stop, away, away, with
My doors and windows Locked. To protect
Me from what I cannot control
Appears as my experiences of driving alone
Through a voluminous thunderstorm
My usually firm grip quivers
From the force of this unrelenting
Jaggedly shaking pressure
The roads that I usually whiz through
Singing at the top of my voice, become
Sinister, slippery, arduous with danger
The thunder assaults my ears and the lightning
Reflects the fear in my runny eyes
I am too weak for this, it is too strong
I need a safe rest stop, away, away, with
My doors and windows Locked. To protect
Me from what I cannot control
