There are many things common to those of us who live in Joburg - planning your day while you drive and speak on your cell phone, road rage, taxis, beggars at traffic lights, jacaranda trees, meeeeeeealie ladies, the 94.7 cycle challenge, Emmarentia Dam, clear blue summer skies, thunderstorms - to name but a few.
What I discovered two days ago when I paid an impromptu visit to a dear friend, made me laugh, and I realised that there's a very good chance that he/she/it has indeed become common to many of us living with the hustle and bustle that is Joburg - a therapist!
I was giving directions to my office... and so the conversation went, "Oh yes, I know where that is - my therapist is in the same road". "Oh really, mine is just around the corner from your office!"
A therapist seemed so 'Hollywood-ish' and initially I fought and kicked and stubbornly refused to see someone, and when I eventually did, I ended up asking her more questions than she asked me and somehow she never managed to fit me in for another appointment. It seemed like the ultimate admission that something was wrong, and I detested the idea of discussing my innermost worries and fears with a stranger. However I eventually did find someone I was more comfortable with and 5 months later, there I was wearing the word 'therapist' like a pair of comfy jeans :-)
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