i have the best therapist in the world!!!!!! her name is joan and ill kill you if you steal her from me. but okay in reality she's the best thing that ever happened to me.
today we talked about a really bad nightmare i had last night (i have the realest, most traumatic nightmares when i don't smoke marijuana) which involved me taking my dog to coachella and losing her!!!!!!!!!!!! my poor baby defenseless little dogdog girl :( when i woke up i searched for her frantically to make sure she was alive and able to cuddle. she was.
joan said that dreams about losing a little animal has more to do w a fear of losing yourself/ your inner child. she's so fucking smart. like......jeopardy smart. i hate that therapists have to have a completely professional relationship w their clients cause i wanna hang out w her.
we were talking about jobs cause i need one and she said her first job was when she was 14 and had to do like stupid modeling in the window at jc penney hahahahaha and then she was joking that she should do that for old ladies on saturdays as a part time job. i said i would totally come visit and she said that's exactly why she WOULDN'T do it. i was like "jooooaannnnn i would like invite you to my WEDDING!!" which i am completely serious about STILL. my mom said it's okay and that her patients invite her to their weddings so i hope joan comes to mine if i ever have one!!
by the way i NEVER proofread/edit anything i write (never did in school either) bc i feel that it is more honest that way. can't cha tell?!?!
me: "do you think Joan would hang out with me if it were legal?"
my mom: "stop trying to make her be friends with you"
me: "but she's the only person who says nice things to me"
my mom: "but then she wouldn't be your therapist anymore, she'd just be your friend and get emotionally invested."
me: "she already IS emotionally invested. she said she would be very sad if i died or went to jail."
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