Fire your therapist and hire a housecleaner.
This is a serious mental-health tip. After putting all my quarters, dimes, and nickels together, I had visits with two personages Wednesday. One was my therapist, who I see once a month or in an emergency. The other was a professional housecleaner.
They cost about the same, but the housecleaner worked far longer for her share of the pot. Therapist: 55 minutes. Cleaner: 8 hours
I got more bliss out of knowing my poor house was going to sparkle than I got out of discussing my issues with my dear T. And the bliss has lasted into the night and the next day. Every time I use the loo or pour a cup of coffee, I smile.
Yes. A good housecleaner is better for one's state of mind than a good therapist. My mind is a mess, but my house was messier. My head only contains some dangerous thoughts, but the house was full of dust and dog hair. Guess which one was harder on my mental health.
Can I get an amen, someone?