Originally posted 12 April 2011
The mind doctor greets me with a smile and an “I need to hear something good from you.”
I laugh as I think of our last session when the news was not so good creating a rare moment of speechlessness. I began with an update of my health, which was positive overall, before meandering on to the grief that I made the original appointment to discuss. He has such a welcoming demeanor about him putting me at ease so much that I have to remind myself this is a professional relationship, not a friendship. So I go, I talk, he listens, he talks, and I listen.
Even though he does not let me off the hook for things he picks up on in the conversation that I need to look at in my life, I always feel more alive, more resolute, more determined to live life fully when I leave.