The Voices In My Head

Dear Client

I want to talk about the voices in your head.  They’ve become quite a little problem of mine lately.  Please tell them to stop telling you to punch holes in walls.  Landlords don’t really like that and I’m running out of excuses.   Clinically, I know the reason.  Sure, we all have synapses and neurotransmitters and sometimes they fire a little more than we like.  I get it. 

Thoughts are a weird little thing.  It’s a fine line between a brilliant idea and intrusive noise.  I think we crossed it when you strategically gutted your last apartment with your elbow.  We need to move in another direction.    Remember that discussion we had about medications?  I do.  I also know you don’t want them and that’s not a problem.  I’m just going to have to figure something else out.    It just kind of sucks because I know they would help with your perpetual battle against drywall.  Either way, we’re in for the long haul.

I noticed you’re not getting out much these days.  Hey, if I was cooped up in an apartment for 23 ½ hours a day I’d probably punch some walls too.  This is especially true considering the life and adventures you’ve had; hopping trains, 2 years in Vietnam, working on the river, Chino, the women.

It was a good time getting coffee with you yesterday.  All that stuff said about you; that your racist, angry, difficult and un-servable, don’t really seem to be true. You seem to be a pretty smart, thoughtful and outright funny guy.   I also noticed that after two hours of bullshitting and half a pack of Camels that you didn’t hear the voices.  It kind of makes me think that you don’t need psycho-tropic medications as much as a friend.  I guess in the end friends are cheaper and have fewer side effects. Maybe that’s what the voices are trying to tell you when the walls close in.  I get it.

I’ll see you Monday.  We’ve got to look for another apartment.  Hopefully I can get all the helping professionals to treat you as a person, not a case.  That’s what the voices in my head are telling me.

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