Bittersweet 2

I knew I was going crazy. I could not afford to go crazy. I would lose clients and money, lots of it. As an interior decorator, a lot depends on being sane, clear and logical.

I had to pull myself together as I made a decision. I had to see a shrink. I had no choice now.

I went on line and made enquiries and I was able to get  one, an elderly male. I wanted someone who had seen life in all its ramifications.

Our first appointment was on a Saturday morning. I woke up early, expectant and a little gay. I felt the weight of my grief would find relief that day.

I showered quickly and threw on a gown, used a little lipstick and eyed myself critically in the mirror. I had lost a ton of weigh these past few weeks, but a little more make up would hide the hollows. I set to work and an hour later, I looked just fine

I got a taxi which took me to the expansive office of the shrink on the island. 

The office was a serene haven, designed to ease the mind and invite reflection. The room was spacious, with warm, neutral tones—soft beige walls accented with tasteful artwork depicting tranquil landscapes. A large window allowed natural light to stream in, softened by sheer curtains in earthy tones that swayed gently in the breeze. A leafy green plant rested on the sill, adding a touch of vitality.

The centerpiece of the room was a plush, inviting sofa in a muted olive or grey, accompanied by cozy throw and a few decorative pillows. Nearby was an armchair upholstered in soft fabric, placed diagonally to encourage open conversation. Between them stood a small wooden coffee table, adorned with a stack of inspiring books, a box of tissues, and a delicate ceramic teacup resting on a coaster.

A polished wooden desk sat in the corner, organized with precision. A sleek laptop and a small notepad hinted at the professional work conducted here. Behind the desk was a bookshelf, its shelves filled with a mix of scholarly tomes, self-help books, and a framed family picture

Soft, ambient lighting emanated from an elegant floor lamp and a few strategically placed table lamps, creating a cocoon of warmth. The air was lightly scented with lavender or eucalyptus, further enhancing the soothing atmosphere. A textured rug anchored the room, its colors complementing the furniture and adding to the sense of comfort.

This was a space where time seemed to slow down, where one could speak freely, think deeply, and heal gently.

As I sat across the gentleman in slacks and a shirt, I felt instantly relaxed

He looked older in the picture he had on line. He couldn’t be above 35! I was stunned but I tried to hide it

He smiled gently and in a soft voice that could mend a broken spirit 

‘Hello ma’am.  My father had an emergency so I am standing in for him. I’m also a shrink, but a younger one’ he concluded with a twinkle in his eyes

I found myself smiling back at him. A smile that emanated from my depths and reached into my eyes

He asked if I desired tea or coffee and stood up to get it for me. I drank the tea and ate the cookies like one starved. I just knew my solution was at hand. I felt I was already at the gate to freedom.