fredericks

Ultimately the best therapist off the top of my head would emerge from the unholy mixture of a Neo-Freudian (pick any of the schools with a humanistic, almost Rogerian slant) and a Catholic priest. None of that couch and sitting behind me crap. It's all about the therapist being hidden behind a screen and anonymity being assured. Sandalwood incense in the air would be swell as well.

Hours spent pouring over the web looking at online therapist sites are finally sending me over the edge. They're all money-grubbing bastids, the lot of them.

Or not. I'm just bitter. And tired. And wishing this overcast bit would end quickly; make up your mind, Providence - either rain or let the sun pop up. Jebus.