Rebuilding Rob

Today, for the first time since my separation and divorce, I spoke to a counselor.

Maybe I should have done this a long time ago.

This isn’t the first counselor I’ve spoken to.  During My Previous Life, I regularly saw a counselor that was recommended to me by my family doctor Down South.  Of course, that same family doctor also prescribed me Zoloft, which I think made more things worse in my life than it had fixed.  Please don’t take that as a condemnation of prescription medicine.  Looking back, I just feel that my problems were more along the line of anxiety than they were depression.

I’ve had a lot on my plate lately and I just feel it’s all be coming to a head in the last few weeks.

I did virtually all of the talking.  I think the counselor started with a “tell me about yourself” opener and I let loose.  I talked about my life,  The Auteur, The Baby, Jabba, The Kid, The Old Man’s passing, my family.  All of it.  the counselor seemed to focus on stuff surrounding my immediate family and the aftermath of The Old Man’s passing.  I have an appointment to go back next week.

The counselor, whom I shall call Lomax, seemed pretty cool so far.  I’ve only met her the one time, so it’s hard to compare to the counselor I used to see Down South.

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