Circular Saws

My last therapist didn't like to read so she never saw anything I wrote and won't read this. She diagnosed everyone based on their personality test results. This worked for some of them, I reckon, and she helped some people through some real serious trauma with breathing exercises, like the lady who always looked like she was emerging from a mescaline trip as we passed each other in the waiting area. She liked to talk to me about aliens and I was fine with that. And she had a friendly little chihuahua in the office and she had a lot of hilarious stories of her own so I kept going. I liked that her office was at the bottom of a long hill I could coast down on my bike and glide out onto this newish wooden bridge they built over the marsh. That was probably the main reason I picked her off the list of available therapists.