Therapy

I found myself feeling anxious and overwhelmed. I thanked God for my therapist because I was in desperate need of a session; I had slept with one too many this week, which had begun to play on my conscience. 

I pulled into his Hyde Park office and immediately felt a sense of calm; Dr. Reeder offered liberation to my strange world. I never really expressed what was truly going on with me or how I in fact felt to anyone except him; Dr. Reeder never judged me or made me feel like I was a mutant. He always gave realistic advice and did exactly what I needed him to do; listen. He was at least 50 plus years old and far from attractive. I needed Dr. Reeder because he reminded me of a father that didn’t try to sleep with, abuse, or misdirect me in any fashion. I believe he understood what I needed and as much as he charged, he had better see me at any hour of the day. I climbed on to his tiny jade sofa while he gave me a tiny pill and water as we normally would do at the s