Yes, you read that right. Someone is breaking up with me. I’m shocked, stunned and thrilled all at the same time.
Tuesday was Therapy Day. And half way through my 52 minutes, he said, I think next week should be our last visit. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I asked, “Are you breaking up with me?” ” No one has ever broken up with me!” He laughed and told me that yes, as a patient he was breaking up with me. As a person, he wants me to be on the board of the mental health center. To be the voice at the state capitol and with the legislators. To advocate for funding and awareness.
I couldn’t really be mad at him after that pitch. And it is my greatest quality. Getting money out of people. So here goes a new chapter to my story. Changing the way people think of mental illness, of anxiety and depression and the crippling effects.
Am I cured of mine? No. I’ve just found something that works for me. CBT. It’s something my overly logical mind can relate to. Maybe I can round-up all of the legislators and ply them with some Zen tea and Macarons!
As soon as I left I told OU Boy. Me: “Can you believe it?” Him: ” Of course, you’re hot.” Seriously dude? That man has a one track mind, however he was still on pain medication for his back injury, so he could have just been high.
Today it is hotter than Kate Upton so I plan on enjoying it in my pink chair. For today, at least, Anxiety -0 Patricia – 1!
Enjoy this one over ice…mmmmm!