And by therapist I mean shrink.
Have you ever seen the hysterically funny TV-show “Peep Show”? It’s British, and I love it! I really needn’t sum up how I feel about going to see a shrink; I’m just going to let Mark do it for me:
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Ah, blessed be these genius people who write this fantastic show! I want to be one of you! Call me.
Back to the topic in question; my doctor has sent me to see a psychologist, and I’m also popping little (i.e. HUGE) pink pills twice a day, because of what he describes as a depressive state of mind. I’m depressed, apparently, along with millions of other people out there.
Don’t get me wrong – I don’t sit at home and weep all day. In fact, I don’t think I’ve cried for years.
It’s more about forgetting stuff. I actually thought at one point that I was getting Alzheimer’s. Sometimes I feel completely retarded, and I’ve even forgotten my own birthday. Everything seems to be moving at a slower pace – and doing the smallest chores feels like going through Hell, even though I’m just [for example] going downstairs to get rid of my trash.
Mental challenges aren’t what this blog is about though, but making money is; the therapist I’m going to see actually has a fortune of 600.000 dollars! She’s closer to my goal than I am! Already we’re getting off on the wrong foot.
So, yeah, I’ve basically checked out her tax return from last year. Maybe I do need to see a therapist. After all – finding out who I am and where I’m supposed to go in my life doesn’t seem like a terrible idea! Especially not in a comfortable chair with someone who’s paid to listen to everything I have to say.
I’m actually warming up to the idea. At least for now.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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Oh, I can so relate to the memory thing! I had blank spots in time! Scary... But onto the $$$. In therapy, you give your fortune to someone who will listen - going wrong direction considering your goal. Being an author, people PAY YOU, you still get it off your chest, and your heading to the 1000000...
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I wish you luck. I gave up on therapists a long time ago.
ReplyDeleteI can't really comment on your medical condition as I don't really know anything about it, but it does concern me how doctors are so willing to prescribe antidepressants for so many things. I remember being prescribed antidepressants for what was basically stress over my job and over my accountancy exams. I can't say I felt any better on taking them, in fact I probably felt worse as I wasn't allowed any alcohol while I was on them (and at age 25 this makes going clubbing and Friday night socialising with friends somewhat difficult). So after a month I got fed up and came off them myself, much to my doctor's annoyance. In the end the only thing that actually made the stress symptoms go away was (a) passing those exams and (b) being able to quit my job afterwards. So really, the antidepressants were a total waste of time - the only thing that did help was a complete change in life circumstances.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the rant, I just had to get it off my chest :-)
Oh, and you're a Peep Show fan - you have my utmost respect.
Loved the Peep Show clip-- had never heard of it before, being from the States, but will definitely check it out.
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