Therapy

The therapist had a likeable, grandfatherly feel about him. There was an appealing scent of unburnt tobacco in the air. The couch was almost to Freudian to be present day real. The therapist sat behind me, and slightly to the left. I suppose if you were framing a shot for…

Laughter is the best form of therapy. — We all know and have heard it: Laughing increases blood flow, it’s good for the heart (so is one glass of wine a day), strengthens your immune system, reduces stress (our favourite) and it simply is the best medicine. …

Dear Client of Mine, I want you to know that I already know you’re going to fuck up. It’s a given. I fuck up all the time too. So let’s take the pressure off of instantly absorbing everything you learn in therapy and performing perfectly. It’s not going to happen…

Impromptu therapy with my inner child — In this scene, a four-year-old girl named Jenny with medium-length honey-gold hair and hazel eyes is sitting in a wooden chair, embracing a small peach-colored My Little Pony and brushing its hair. There is a spotlight on Jenny. An older woman named Dr. Read enters and sits on a couch…

We are walking, talking narratives. We are so steeped in our daily stories that we often forget that the stories we tell are not necessarily the stories we are. Maybe we need a story to go to work, to fit in socially. We certainly expect others to have a story…