Honest Therapy

Honest Therapy

A Poem by Brooke

The Therapist says if I want to be crazy, that’s my own choice,

it’s all about willpower, not medication--in this world, you

either go crazy or watch those around you do the same; your choice.

 

Ah, Celina! If only sitting on my couch was wholesome for you! If only

insanity was an art form. That way I wouldn’t have to waste time trying to cure you.

 

The Therapist says I have the anchored eyes and the steady hands

one typically connects with mental health and normalcy.

 

An act for attention--that’s what he believes my condition is.

He believes I should develop a twitch, start smashing chairs against the wall,

become hyper-sexual if I’m that confident

I am absolutely in-

sane.

 

If your symptoms don’t blatantly manifest, why don’t you just go on hiding them?

 

The Therapist would like to know how frequently the voices visit me.

 

The Therapist believes if a person repeats, “I am not crazy”, enough times,

the insanity will go away on its own.

 

Sorry Celina, that’s all the time we have. Give the 200 dollars to Constantine

on your way out.

 

No Celina, I am not prescribing any medicine right now. You’re fine. Smile.

 

I am not crazy, I am not crazy, I am not crazy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2014 Brooke


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Ty
This hit me pretty hard as I've gone through medications for Depression/Anxiety. You capture these feelings extremely well. Thanks for writing.

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Brooke
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Manhasset, NY



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