Professional Help

So, I was having a rough day and called my mom.

Bad idea.

Home girl freaked out and ordered me to go see an on-campus therapist...

Now mind you, I saw a therapist for almost two years back at home. She was one of the greatest people I've met in my life, and inspired me to become a therapist as well. I didn't think I would be able to connect with anyone on the level that we did, but I wanted to keep an open mind. Then I started feeling really guilty, that I was wasting the therapist's time because I don't need a therapist anymore!

I actually got there, and then she came out of her office and half smiled, not really a friendly one, but not hostile. I automatically didn't like her, but still told myself I had to give her a chance.

So she asked me how I felt about being here.

"Well, I guess like everyone else I'm having mixed feelings about it. It's nice meeting so many new people, but at the same time I miss my old friends."

To which she replied:

"Well, it kind of sounds like you're having mixed feelings about being here."

... I just said that. 

And that was pretty much the first half of the therapy session, hearing myself being quoted. Then at some point I really started missing my old therapist. I was making jokes, and the new lady was completely unresponsive, and my old therapist would crack up even if they were really terrible. So I just started crying because this session was so painfully uncomfortable and pointless...

"I can see that you're kind of tearing up"

"Oh no, I just have allergies" I lied.

And the session concluded with me giving one word responses, her telling me that I could see a different therapist since it was so obvious that we had no connection, and me practically crashing into the door from trying to escape so quickly.

So the point of this story is... well, there is no point, there never is.