weight lifted

my first visit to the psychologist was earlier this afternoon. wow, it went really well. even better than I expected. I get along with her, she asks great questions, has a good sense of humor and is already helping me—even though we haven't even gotten started.

she asked me why I was there. boy, did I told her.

All this time I always assumed she would help me figure out what the problem was out of the many issues in my life. As I told her things, she'd ask a seemingly unrelated question. But the answer I would give made me realize it's all of the issues that are the problem. No one issue takes the credit. I've got some complex, interrelated things going on. In fact, by the end of the session, my comments seemed to resemble something out of John Nash's office in Beautiful Mind. But I cannot wait until next week. She's good. We're getting it all out first. It's helping. Onward.