It Always Rains
It Always Rains when I am supposed to meet with my therapist.
I told my mother earlier that the weather said it wasn’t going to rain Friday. I told her I didn’t believe it, that by tomorrow it would be raining. Lo and behold, the forecast has changed and it WILL rain tomorrow. Every single time I have met with my therapist, it has rained. The only day it didn’t rain was the day I went to see the ‘chiatrist. I knew at that very moment our meeting would not go well. Rain wasn’t even in the forecast for the forseeable future then. Makes you wonder.
I like rain, though. It always helps me to emote better. I am sure we will get a good session out tomorrow, either way.
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Tags: rain, weather, depression, psychiatrist, therapist











