Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: breaking up isn’t always hard to do

December 15, 2021

Dear You,

I think it’s time we see other people. You see new patients and I will see a new therapist.

It’s not me, it’s you. You’re just not “the one”.

Sure, we had some good times and you gave me some useful “nuggets” that I will take with me, but we are just not meant to be.  I need somebody more patient and  understanding.

Well…I guess this is goodbye.

Sincerely,

Me

I won’t think of this as “another failed attempt at therapy”; I will think of it in the words of my friend Steve: “the third attempt didn’t work but the fourth could make all the difference in the world”.  I didn’t quit therapy, but I did quit my third attempt.  I didn’t feel that I had his attention.  I didn’t feel I had his understanding.  I dreaded going (and not because it was hard).  But my fourth attempt…maybe Steve is right, it may make all the difference in the world!  I have her attention.  I have her focus.  I have her understanding.  She has a plan.  She listens (very carefully).  She guides.  I actually look forward to talking to her. So far she feels like the perfect fit…fourth times the charm? Fingers crossed!