Dr. Juniper Post

Think forward. Think ten years, five years, a year, a month, a week, a day forward. What do you want to see?

[How many third dates has she had recently? Best not to ask.]

Third sessions are like third dates. This is when the work can really begin.

[Monday evening finds Dr. Post shopping for a new orchid for her office.]

[ ... Once again, Juniper finds herself on a date that, in the end, is only a quest for free therapy. She declines dessert and sighs in the cab on her quiet way home.]

No, I won't ask you how that makes you feel, but you can tell me if you like.

[Drums her fingers lightly on her cheek.]

No one can make therapy work for you but you.

Delightful, I'm sure.

So many people claim that therapy "isn't for them." So many of those many are simply afraid of what they might learn about themselves in therapy.

[On this lovely Friday evening, Juniper treats herself to a glass of white wine on a restaurant patio after work.]

[Ring ring! Amber from Dr. Post's office with a reminder for @BlueEyedFraud: his next session is tomorrow at 2pm.]

[txt] @AlleysOfTheMind Hey, stranger. Cup of tea?

[The morning after he leaves his message, @BlueEyedFraud receives a return call.]

[Brews a cup of chamomile.]

Now: how do we get there?