Shrink? I’ve never even had a primary care physician, despite the fact my brother has an MD behind his name. But for the first time in my life, I wasn’t able to submerge my feelings. Feelings that were crushing me—threatening to kill me. That said, I only managed to last two sessions before I knew she’d never be able to help me. She wanted to dig deep into my past, but I wasn’t about to go there. It wasn’t the past that was bothering me, although she disagreed. Before I left her office that last time, she suggested I write down my experiences and that maybe it would help me since I couldn’t begin to talk about it. So, new notebook, new pen. Here goes. I’ve never been particularly fond of the month of March, probably because my mother died during that month. Since then, I’ve always seen it as a bad-luck time of year. But then, I’d never really had any good luck. Somehow events I thought might bode well always seemed to sour.
