So I feel like I've seen things on twitter and whatever about helping friends actually get into therapy, in addition to just being supportive, so when a friend of mine said she wants to find someone, I realized I could totally help! I love online shopping, so I picked out some local therapists for her to check out on Psychology Today.
I hereby offer this service to anyone. You can email me your location, insurance, specific interests or needs, and I will totally go through the Psychology Today profiles and send you a few links.
Actual outreach is probably on you, though, sorry.
Can I come to your home, lie on your couch, and have a meltdown for 45 minutes?
As long as you're not allergic to cats, you're welcome to have a couch meltdown at my place anytime you're in San Diego, Tom.
No couch, but lots of floorspace. Kind of far away, though.
I'm kind of regretting deciding to go to this concert tonight. So tired. I'm sure I'll enjoy it once I'm there, but doors don't open until 7 and the opening act doesn't go on until 8 and I am old and have an early bed time so making it to the band I'm there to see will be HAAAAARD. And my friend who got the tickets has not told me if I'm meeting her for dinner before or at the theater or what so I don't know whether to eat something on the way or not. Gah.
UGH. Looking for a new hair place. Found a place that looked good and wasn't going to charge me $100 for a cut. Their website has no phone number. Called the phone number I googled, no answer. Tried the contact form on the website, didn't work. Emailed the address on the website, bounced. Called the phone number again, and it hung up on me.
They were in business as recently as two weeks ago, but I'm not going to fucking chase them down and beg them to take my money.
she's STILL TALKING.
Does she have a subject or is it just stream of consciousness?
It's basically stream of consciousness sparked by whatever small thing catches her interest. It's amazing.
It's basically stream of consciousness sparked by whatever small thing catches her interest. It's amazing.
Your forbearance is amazing! (...assuming you haven't screamed anywhere but here...)
Can I come to your home, lie on your couch, and have a meltdown for 45 minutes?
ABSOLUTELY!
(I have this half-baked dream of becoming a therapist for a retirement job, but will probably never actually do the extra schooling necessary.)
