The Fretful Mother's Blog

People are supposed to go to therapy when they have an addiction, but what if you have an addiction to therapy? The drug and the cure are the same thing. I think I might have whatever this is called (therapolism?). I’m totally stressing about it. I just realized I’ll be without therapy for 10 days.
A normal person would think, “Oh, a nice, relaxing vacation in Greece. It will be carefree and mentally rejuvenating.” I, on the other hand, am thinking, “Ten days without a therapist. I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.” I’m pretty sure that when this happens I’ll be standing on a “tram” platform surrounded by throngs of tourists and other homeless people, and I will be the crazy one no one wants to make eye contact with. People will make sure not to sit in the same car as me and shield their children’s eyes from the horror.
I’m actually starting to think this might not be such a bad idea. I could have lots of personal space if I play my cards right. The crazy American lady might be just the thing to help me get through this. Now I only need to find a therapist who will help me figure out how to strike the right balance of fear in the Greek psyche. I have 28 hours to put this plan in motion. You can never be too safe.

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