Nice Lady?
A friend of mine once told me that she was seeing a "Nice Lady". It was, and continues to be, the way that she and I, and others say, without saying, that we are in therapy. Yes. Therapy. Talking through demons, problems, concerns, our perceived craziness. Because friends, family, and spouses get sick and tired of hearing it. That and they have other things to do with their days, nights, and weekends. The Nice Lady gets paid to listen. Once a week.
So, my goal is to write here about some of my demons, problems, concerns, etc. This is despite the fact that she thinks I shouldn't. Whatever. I need to get things out more often than once a week. I need to review on occasion. To help me remember. I've got 10 weeks of insurance covered therapy and I'm going to do everything I can to get the most out of it.


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