Another day, another therapist + Sit & Write #30

Dear friends,

I regret to inform you that I am, yet again, sans therapist. This was #3 in recent months. I don't think I am wildly unreasonable person for wanting a therapist that won't spend the better part of a session telling me about his laparoscopic prostatectomy or his tense relationship with his mother--all unprompted, of course. TMI! This was, as per usual, the least of his offenses.

What I find extraordinarily frustrating about this whole process is something I think I've written about before: the chasm between wanting to get therapy and actually finding the right person to get it from. Whether it's a financial or logistical obstacle, or just a matter of compatibility, the chasm is real. And overwhelming. It's hard enough to convince a person (or be convinced) to get help. And then they (well, I) have to do a bunch of legwork to make the help happen. It's like asking someone with a twisted ankle to climb a mountain to see a doctor. Or asking someone with a toothache to chew the…