For a few years, after I went back to school, and got a job as a therapist my conversational skills improved. Now, I’ve gotten much worse. I have no idea what to say to anyone. There’s just acres of long awkward silences. I’m not sure what’s causing this and I’d like it to change.
Sometimes, I think I’ll move on from talking altogether. Like start running more or go way back to childhood when I would read most of the day. Or paint a picture. Dance.
When I was young, I would think it was so weird if someone was quiet or didn’t talk much. I remember a boyfriend who barely had anything to say, and I just couldn’t get him. I regret that I wasn’t kinder to that person.
A woman came in for an appointment and her husband is dying. She asked me what she could do to help her child through this time. All I could say was, “People will bring you food and you’ll eat it together.”
I hope that people always bring food.
Life Without Montages 