Okay? It’s nice and rainy. It makes me sleepy and calm. Enough rain and there are bright colors. Bright colors make me warm and fuzzy inside.
How do you feel?
Um, sleepy and calm and warm & fuzzy?
Are you happy? Are you sad? Are you angry? Are you lonely?
Does it matter?
Why are you here?
God knows. He hasn’t told me.
Does that bother you?
This is not how my psychiatric wellness checks go. She asks about my family, my job. If I get quiet she prods me. She always asks if I feel like my meds are okay. If I ask her questions, she’ll offer options.
My diagnosis is chronic depression. My meds make “can’t” into “won’t,” and emotions happen. If I want to make them a problem, that’s up to me.
She doesn’t hammer me with questions and I’m not a problem to fix.