Mock Therapy

I like when men tell me things.

I especially like being one of the only ones  

You haven’t arrived in my office by sheer chance.

Oh, no. You were meant to be here. Destined, some might say.

I know there are such delicious secrets buried in your mind. Trouble is, if you stuff those errant thoughts in to a box, fasten it with chains, then fling it to the furthest reaches of your mind… the chains will only rust. Eventually, the lock will fail.

What can be done to thwart that binge on the horizon? You don’t feel comfortable telling your wife, certainly not your therapist.

That is precisely why I created the land of Mock Therapy (and yes, it is a double entendre). Stretch out on my sofa. I’ll see that your mind is at ease. I’m not here to judge – only to stymie the floodgates somewhat.

Somewhat.

You trust me, don’t you?