Going to therapy is a lot like going to see The Wizard of Oz (the wizard, not the movie). I know I'm having a pretty bad, stressful week. And yet, I feel that going to my therapist will help give me the tools I need to get through it. And there's always a possibility that she's not actually a therapist, but just some lady with a notebook and a box of cheap tissues. You know, like how the Wizard wasn't really a wizard? Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain?
I need to watch fewer movies.
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Well "actual" therapist or not, if you feel that your getting some benefit from the time with her then she's probably worth the fee.
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