It’s amazing to me how life can turn on a dime.
Years pass in a parade of seemingly endless and monotonous days. Then, something happens. It can be anything, something infinitesimal, but every moment afterward is different.
It can come in the form of a phone call or a simple thought. No matter how it comes, it’s as if flood gates open and everything good rushes in and everything bad rushes out.
The following is an edited version of two actual conversations I had with my nieces, Sarah, 3 years old, and Emily, 1 year old. I would leave the conversations unedited but I would have to include things like Sarah randomly screaming “BODYSLAM!” for no reason and a fifteen minute showdown between Sarah and Emily involving who can copy what noise the best. As for the showdown, Emily usually wins as she doesn’t play by the rules. The essence of the conversations are still very present in edited form. In case you are wondering, the car was a Dodge Neon.
(A generic therapist office that looks exactly like you think a therapist’s office should look. I am sitting on a sofa facing a therapist who is seated.)
Me: I am back!
Therapist TBD: Back? Back from where?
Me: Well, almost back, I am not quite there yet.
Therapist TBD: Can you clarify?
Me: I’m back, doctor, well almost back, to the person I used to be.
Therapist TBD: I don’t understand.
Me: Sure you do.
Therapist TBD: I assure you that I don’t.
Me: What have we been talking about these past several months?
Therapist TBD: Nothing, these sessions haven’t happened yet, remember?
