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I bumped into my shrink the other day at Otto after the reading skills lecture. Suddenly I felt the urge to go and talk to her and tell her everything, the changes in my life and how I got over the depression. I wanted to tell her about how I finally had the power to start over my life, moving out, what happened with my friends... I am even close to graduation and planning on going to NY for grad school.
I am finally putting the pieces together. I'm not the girl sleeping 12 hours a day, getting ready to school but getting blocked at the door. I'm concentrating now, reading and watching films, she'd be surprised but even studying.
She always encouraged me to write. She said I was expressing myself better in writing. I wanted to ask her about the essay she made me write for her book.
Well we only shook our heads and smiled in order to say hi. I suddenly understood the guy in the movie "Numb" and even "What about bob?" lost its humor in my head.
Every now and then, every sicko must have the right to have a coffee with his/her shrink because, we share our sickness and we share our hopes, we shed tears on some obsession or let them be with us in the journey to our flaws that we don't want to see. And when we succeed, we (embarrassing but true) want them to be proud of us and say they already knew.