Dr. Feel Good
I noticed my old therapist from 2016 is on Facebook. I wonder if I should send him a friend request. He was the first therapist I ever saw. I’d plucked him off the Internet without researching him because he was the closest therapist to my house.
Turns out, he practiced what’s called “positive psychotherapy.” I didn’t know what the hell that entailed, and I didn’t think anything of it. But I would learn pretty quickly.
I was probably saying something along the lines of “Dr. X, I’m exhausted all the time and have this fatigue and symptoms. I keep going from doctor to doctor to find out what’s wrong with me. I don’t know what to do.”
And he would turn everything I said into a question of what I could do to make it a more positive experience. Perhaps I could spend the afternoon making and playing with a sock puppet. Or color in an adult coloring book he recommended. Maybe I could view my going from doctor to doctor as an experience in local travel. Or I could write a poem about what I’d do if I weren’t exhausted and feeling sick.
I felt like I was talking to Mr. Rogers. This guy wasn’t helping, he was making me nuts. Once, while I was talking, his eyes closed for a good minute or two. Another time, he kept staring at the clock and yawning while I was talking to him.
Anyway, I think I might send him a friend request. Tell him I wrote a rap song about my wife.