By Fran Tunno
Ok, enough serious posts for a while. You’ll be pleased to know that I’m over my November Zucchini Funk. It lasted all the way into February, which is why I visited the therapist three weeks ago.
Nothing makes a person feel better than going in and whining for an hour non-stop to someone who listens, tells you your feelings are valid and hands you tissues.
Poor thing, she looked exhausted when I was done. I don’t know how therapists do it. I’d be leaping out of my chair ready to strangle people, which is why I did not choose psychiatry as a career path. But I’m really glad nicer, more patient people did.