October 1, 2014

What Do You Do... When Your Therapist Moves?

Is this the Universe telling me to get outta town, or in my case - Suburbia? My therapist is moving! She's leaving! WTF? Who do I talk to now? Guess I gotta go back to talking to myself again.

My first thought (when she told me she was going) was that she didn't want me as a patient anymore. Maybe she was using the "I'm moving" as an excuse. What am I saying? That sounds really pathetic. She wouldn't do that... or would she? My neurosis is starting to get out of control. It's hard to focus with all these voices in my head.

Have I become one of those people who say "I gotta talk to my therapist" or always make references about therapy? Oh crap, that is me. Well I'm proud of the fact that I'm able to acknowledge I have problems and want to work on them. But now, with who? My therapist is deserting me and I'm being abandoned! WTF? Here's the zinger though, not only is she leaving... she's moving to NYC. That was like a knife through my heart. How could she move to NYC before me? How dare she! She knows how much I need to move back to NYC. She must know I can't maintain my style, sense or sanity (or what's left of it) in Suburbia without her. But like the song says "I Will Survive".

So what do you do when your therapist moves? I don't know about you, but for me this was the last straw. Maybe she relocated to light a fire under my ass and get me moving. Yeah, that's it! Thank you doctor. I took out my luggage and got the New York Times Real Estate section. The answer for me is clear... "Gotta Move".

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