I'm currently swamped with lots of reading for school + a Wednesday that looks something like an early morning session of therapy + 5 hours of tutoring + a closing shift at Starbucks + some more article reading + DSM- IV- TR memorizing = a kind of, sort of cranky Courtney.
Does anyone else see the irony in that the very act of studying "crazy" and enduring "crazy" has made me certifiably and undeniably crazy?
I guess the way I see it, I will be able to look at my future clients and say with utter certainty, "No, seriously, I REALLY DO UNDERSTAND."
And then I will demand that they curl up in a warm chair, play this song, and then get back to whatever it is they need to get back to...
It's always worked for me.