My therapist talks too much.
I wanted to set a comical/happy tone and mood which is why I wrote ‘happy poems‘ and now this. Why did I want to do it? Tomorrow, this blog will be a year old and so, I have a few announcements. That’s why! Do drop by tomorrow at 12 pm (GMT). Enjoy this fictitious piece, meanwhile! It is one of my favorites.
“You’re poetic, you know?” I told my therapist, who was a forty-year-old single mother. Her husband had committed suicide thirty years ago and her PTSD is what drove her to help others get better.
“I do. I wanted to be a poet when I was eighteen,” she smiled.
“Are we going to talk about you now? I’d genuinely prefer that,” I said because I’d do anything to escape talking about my broken heart.
“No. Tell me about him,” She said and I did. I went on and on for twenty minutes telling her things about him that made no sense. I told her about how he’d meditate for half an hour and enter a phase where he would only talk about technology. He would press his head against the window pane at night and read short stories to the moon so that the moon can sleep well. He loved shopping for clothes but never for himself – he would often buy oversized shirts for me and tiny t-shirts for my dog. I told her about how he would listen to slow songs and become nostalgic about the times he’d danced to EDM with his friends back home. I told her about things that made no sense. Really.
“Give me his number after the session?” She asked and giggled. “Why did you break up?”
“We did not. We never dated, actually. We just became really good friends, I fell in love with him and then one day, like an army officer on call, he moved to another country. I’m still here, though. Left alone to deal with something that never actually happened. Help me?” I sighed right after telling her about this very tragical ending of something that never was.
“Here’s my take on it, Zaroya. Like a dog chasing its tail, you’re stuck in a loop where it just isn’t going to happen but you still want it to. You’re not nostalgic or sad because that happens when you realize something is in the past. You’re right there in the last moment you spent with him. Dogs never actually end up catching their own tail. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back.” She said and I had a wide grin on my face.
“Well, metaphorically and literally speaking, you’ve never seen my doggo.”
Related post: The story of the trees.
Also, shout out to Zaroya (blog) who let me use her name! What a beautiful name and a wonderful human. ∞
beautifully written
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Thank you, Jasmine!
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This is lovely specially the part where the therapist explains about the dog and it’s tail. It’s true.
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Thank you!
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So, she was married when she was-less than ten? Hmmm.
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My bad. Corrected it. Thanks!
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Lovely one. I liked the phrase reading for the moon to sleep
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Means a lot. Thank you!
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This is an awesome piece! Excellent description and dialogues!!!
I loved: “telling her about this very tragical ending of something that never was.”
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I’m glad. Thank you!
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I loved this Utsav, and I feel so glad that you used my name and THANK YOU SO MUCH for giving me a shout out, you’re a wonderful human being and an exceptional writer and a poet, you’ll make history. All my prayers are with you. Much love 💙
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Thank you! I’m really glad you liked it. Take care!
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Never lost a word..so beautiful it is. I have a question, how would the therapist possibly bring her out of this?
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I’m going to tell you because not doing so would be a very Prefer Van Houten thing to do.
The therapist would tell her love stories wolves and waves and stars and people that never actually had an ending, similar to hers. Then, if this therapist is what I would want in a therapist, she would take Zaroya on a trip, literally. To Paris to show what that love isn’t finite.
I should become a therapist one day, right?
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you up for a therapist?…well maybe i am not so settled by this therapist’s response to her problem. I guess so. Thanks btw
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This is lovely Utsav, you say so much in so few words.
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Thank you, Vanessa!
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I love this too much.
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Thank youuu, Shivani
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So good!!! I loved this!!
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Thank you, beautiful. It means a lot.
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Those painted header pieces? Beautiful colours… love them.. is this your work too?
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It is not. Credits to the real artist, i love it too.
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Even I am stuck replaying moments with people again and again, searching for so much in them. Btw, the therapist is right.
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Therapists usually are.
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I nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award. Please check out the “Mystery” post on my Site for the instructions. Congratulations!
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Hey! I do not do awards anymore, so I’m so sorry about that. But I will give you a shoutout in my next post to make it up. Okay?
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cool
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Great. Love the title. :- )
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Thank you! Glad you liked it.
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Lovely piece. Great .
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Thank you!
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I really enjoyed this!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure.
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Everywhere I am in awe of…(please check your mail)
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Loved reading your offering ☺
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Thank you!
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