My doc likes to wrap up my feelings sometimes with an analogy based on some part of my life. Today, for instance, there was a signal malfunction on my train and I was 30 minutes late. You can imagine what overbaked sentiment that evoked. I love those analogies though. It makes me feel like I’m on Sex and the City or Grey’s Anatomy or Dexter or Enlightened. Wait, I don’t want to be on Dexter.
This has got to be something that a lot of people think about but I realize that it has really been weighing on me lately. I care so much about whether my therapist likes me or not. Like I leave sessions concerned about if I was entertaining or not. So beside the point. I’m obviously getting so much out of this process.