The Burnt Out Therapist

November 5, 2020

Someone has asked me what it was like to be a therapist in 2020, and especially now, during the Election limbo.

This pretty much sums it up. I need a (shaken, not stirred) drink with Xanax infusion and a magic brownie on the side!

My brain is fried to a crisp. It’s very very difficult to address politics without actually talking about politics, as it can never be a part of any therapy session. Or rather, patients have no problems talking about politics (and that’s all they do this week in particular), but I cannot comment on it in any way. So, instead of blurting “can we all chill the fuck down and find some momentary zen?”, I rely on The Holy Spirit, Baby Jesus, pixies and fairies, and all other otherworldly deities to help me stay calm.