More Lovely Is So Over This Election! (And thank God for meds.)
By: Gigi Anders
I normally see my therapist, Mario, every week. Over the years, he’s become like a big brother to me, the kind of mensch who looks out for you, listens, remembers every detail, gives you smart and sensitive feedback, and cares.
Well, it has been. Until late September turned into October. That’s when the nightmare began: This psychotic, all-encompassing, toxic presidential election began driving me absolutely over-the-top crazy. It was more than Mario could handle in 50 minutes once a week.
The touchy issues being bandied about in newspapers, social media and personal conversations — particularly, immigration and minorities’ and women’s rights — sent me into hyper, unstoppable rants. (Admittedly, being home alone with a sinus infection, bronchitis and unlimited time spent in the company of CNN and MSNBC didn’t help my outlook.) Political malaise gradually dominated our sessions, compelling me to request an extra weekly appointment until Nov. 9.
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