It was somewhen on the 10th grade when I decided I should
see a shrink.
Well, actually, it wasn't only my decision. My mom and I
went to a play about a psychological therapy, and we agreed
(for once) that it might be a good idea to try it myself. So
I went to see him. He was much younger than I expected, and
ironically he reminded me of the catcher in the rye. He had
bright eyes that symbolized his ambitions, and he wore a
funny hat that helped cracking the ice walls between us.
He was nice, and surprisingly he wasn't arrogant at all. I
never thought I could open up to a person I hardly know, but
he truly made me feel like we've known each other for
years.
We've talked about my childhood, my family, my friends...
You know, all the regular things that shrinks ask. Then, We
got to the "juicy" parts. I felt so comfortable with him,
that I told him everything on my mind. The first thing,
however, was my biggest secret- the thing that no one- not
even my best friends had known about me. I thought his
reaction would be something like "yeah, I thought so, you're
suffering from this and that complex, and you need to do
this and that in order to get over it". Well, as I said, he
was different. He said "oh yeah, been there, done that..."
and smiled.
As I finished pouring my heart and cleaning my conscious, he
said "well, it was nice meeting you. I suppose I won't see
you again, since you don't really need that therapy...
goodbye then." He was smiling and seemed pleased with
himself. I paid his secretary and went home. And that voice
inside said I'll be alright.