Don't bug Me
You don't always have to wake up energized, uplifted and cheerful. There are days when you might feel more than a little messed up. Like today for instance. We add-ers have our little moods. "Don't you know why" asks my beloved Vicki. "No! " I growl back at her. See, even a professional like me can be a turd sometimes. What were you just looking at last night? Duh. Weren't you looking at the records of your Mom's history during WWII? The certificate showing her among the survivors from Bergen-Belsen concentration camp... Her name on the roster from the Lodz ghetto in Poland. "I'm not listening, la la la la. That's not it. Won't let a little thing like the holocaust bother me. Must. Push. Feelings. Away. Or maybe I'm just burned out. I can't help people anymore. I've been therapist since 1982, and that's enough. I just want to watch car chases and gun fights on T.V. I want to go bowling, eat french fries and dr