Category: Mental Health

Riley was livid. His heart was pumping out of his chest. His hands were shaking, and all he could think about was, “This is it. It’s go time.” 

“I’m not angry. You’re the one yelling. Nothing I ever do is good enough for you. I can never do enough.” The conversation began with

Alex stared out the window and wondered what the problem might be. He liked to golf and was always ready to get together with the guys and go out for 18 holes. Sometimes he went to the golf course and just played a round by himself or with anyone who showed up. Lately, though, it just wasn’t that interesting. He found it easier to stay at work.

Let me tell you about my brain.

Imagine thinking about all the things you have to do one day at work. While you are thinking about those things, a constant song plays in your head. While this song is only in your head, if you sing a line wrong, you must start over again, until you get the line perfect.

You forget to set your alarm, wake up late, spill coffee on yourself, and trip over your kid’s toys on the way out the door. Your wife texts you on the way to work, unhappy about the mess you left in the kitchen and reminds you that your son has soccer practice this evening. You will need to attend because she will be at another event with your daughter.

There’s a pain in Dave’s chest that he can’t get rid of. He massages it constantly and has no clue as to why it hurts. He can’t sleep at night, and he feels tired all during the day, even when he does get some good sleep. Dave used to love bowling.

“So what do you want me to do, Doc? I’ve never done this. Where do I sit? Did you want me to lie down on the couch?”