leave when they were ready.
No matter how many folks were on my waiting list, and no matter if I felt that they no longer needed my services.
I never suggested to them to stop coming.
I’d learned to trust the process, and so far, so good.
My patient, Mrs. Whiteside, didn’t bother to stay for the remainder of her session.
After a few more minutes of conversation, we said our final goodbyes.
I’d never had a patient return to therapy, ever, so I was sure that this was the last time that I would see her inside of my office.
She was healed.
Another job well done Hannah .
“Summer, can you bring in the list of people waiting for me to have an opening? One just became available; for three days a week. And I need you to clear Mrs. Whiteside from my calendar. She won’t be coming back anymore. Archive her file under the Depression folder. Thanks.”
I internally praised myself and I smiled as I talked to parents from my heart, all the way up to Heaven.
My mother died from breast cancer. Amazingly, she’d saved hundreds of marriages, so many people, but in the end, she hadn't been able to save herself. Soon after her death, my father died from cancer as well. Lung cancer caused from his years of smoking. I swore that I would never pick up a cigarette or such a bad habit, but here lately, I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off of them.
But the sudden reminder caused me to vow that I wouldn’t end up the same way that he had. Neither of them had been gone all that long, but I missed their presence more than I could put into words.
Every memory that I had of them was a good, positive one, and I was so thankful to have such great role models to mold me into the person that I was today.
Coming to, I noticed that Summer hadn’t made it in with the list yet. Just as I was about to give her a buzz, she stormed into my office, but she wasn’t alone.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Lewis, I tried to stop him,” Summer said in frustration.
Her cheeks were a rosy red as she looked at the impeccably dressed man with displeasure.
“It’s okay, do you have the list?”
She reached it to me.
I glanced again at the silent stranger and nodded Summer in the direction of the door.
Once she closed it, I spoke to him.
“How can I help you?”
I motioned for him to take a seat.
I had about forty-five minutes to spare before my next patient was scheduled to arrive and I figured that if he’d felt the need to burst into my office, unannounced, then it must be important. Without answering my question, he took a seat in front of me.
His silence was strange, overbearing, and it seemed to make the room feel small. I studied him.
Just from his body language, I could sense that he was tensed or unsure. I could also tell that he was uptight; which probably meant that he held things in until he was about to explode.
He was nervous. And he was in some kind of pain.
Yet, instead of looking down, or looking away, he looked firmly, directly into my eyes; which told me that he was bold, daring and maybe even a bit troubled.
And maybe he liked it. I opened my mouth to repeat my question, but he spoke instead.
“I need your help.”
Of course, he did.
Why else would he be here if he didn’t?
He had my full attention.
I listened to his breathing pattern.
I even listened to the tapping of his nervous foot.
“How can I help you?”
He stared at me a little while longer and then he stood up once his phone started to ring.
Instead of answering my question, he pulled out his wallet and sat a card on my desk.
“I need your help,” he repeated and with that he turned his back to me, answered his phone, and headed out of my office.
I was unsure of what to think of his performance.
I hated to look at my patients or future patients like they were projects, but he was definitely a person that I wanted to have as a patient so that I could pick his brain apart and see what was going on with him.
I could tell that he wouldn’t be an
No matter how many folks were on my waiting list, and no matter if I felt that they no longer needed my services.
I never suggested to them to stop coming.
I’d learned to trust the process, and so far, so good.
My patient, Mrs. Whiteside, didn’t bother to stay for the remainder of her session.
After a few more minutes of conversation, we said our final goodbyes.
I’d never had a patient return to therapy, ever, so I was sure that this was the last time that I would see her inside of my office.
She was healed.
Another job well done Hannah .
“Summer, can you bring in the list of people waiting for me to have an opening? One just became available; for three days a week. And I need you to clear Mrs. Whiteside from my calendar. She won’t be coming back anymore. Archive her file under the Depression folder. Thanks.”
I internally praised myself and I smiled as I talked to parents from my heart, all the way up to Heaven.
My mother died from breast cancer. Amazingly, she’d saved hundreds of marriages, so many people, but in the end, she hadn't been able to save herself. Soon after her death, my father died from cancer as well. Lung cancer caused from his years of smoking. I swore that I would never pick up a cigarette or such a bad habit, but here lately, I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off of them.
But the sudden reminder caused me to vow that I wouldn’t end up the same way that he had. Neither of them had been gone all that long, but I missed their presence more than I could put into words.
Every memory that I had of them was a good, positive one, and I was so thankful to have such great role models to mold me into the person that I was today.
Coming to, I noticed that Summer hadn’t made it in with the list yet. Just as I was about to give her a buzz, she stormed into my office, but she wasn’t alone.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Lewis, I tried to stop him,” Summer said in frustration.
Her cheeks were a rosy red as she looked at the impeccably dressed man with displeasure.
“It’s okay, do you have the list?”
She reached it to me.
I glanced again at the silent stranger and nodded Summer in the direction of the door.
Once she closed it, I spoke to him.
“How can I help you?”
I motioned for him to take a seat.
I had about forty-five minutes to spare before my next patient was scheduled to arrive and I figured that if he’d felt the need to burst into my office, unannounced, then it must be important. Without answering my question, he took a seat in front of me.
His silence was strange, overbearing, and it seemed to make the room feel small. I studied him.
Just from his body language, I could sense that he was tensed or unsure. I could also tell that he was uptight; which probably meant that he held things in until he was about to explode.
He was nervous. And he was in some kind of pain.
Yet, instead of looking down, or looking away, he looked firmly, directly into my eyes; which told me that he was bold, daring and maybe even a bit troubled.
And maybe he liked it. I opened my mouth to repeat my question, but he spoke instead.
“I need your help.”
Of course, he did.
Why else would he be here if he didn’t?
He had my full attention.
I listened to his breathing pattern.
I even listened to the tapping of his nervous foot.
“How can I help you?”
He stared at me a little while longer and then he stood up once his phone started to ring.
Instead of answering my question, he pulled out his wallet and sat a card on my desk.
“I need your help,” he repeated and with that he turned his back to me, answered his phone, and headed out of my office.
I was unsure of what to think of his performance.
I hated to look at my patients or future patients like they were projects, but he was definitely a person that I wanted to have as a patient so that I could pick his brain apart and see what was going on with him.
I could tell that he wouldn’t be an
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