this story is called, The Psychologist.
Frederick Logan, a man whose writings, such as Live Life Before You Can't and A Gentleman's Guide To Being Noticed, had inspired many, had a problem.
Depression.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of that feeling of guilt, a lack of self worth, and a lack of motivation.
Despite his protests, his close friends, most of whom were imaginary, got him into therapy.
That's where Dr. Delmar Polashek, PhD., comes in.
After College, and before Grad School, Dr. Polashek had a problem quite simular to those of his client, Frederick Logan. However, unlike the famous author, Delmar found inspiration in his depression, and travelled abroad, looking for a purpose.
It took him five years to snap out of his funk and apply for Grad school. His problems have led him to help others solve theirs in a minute fraction of that time.
As he walked into his office on November the Fifth, 2010, at Seven o'Clock in the morning, he found Frederick Logan sitting in his waiting room.
"Mister Logan, you're early. Your appointment isn't for another half-hour."
Frederick didn't respond, except with a snoring sound and a fall to the floor.
"Something tells me my first patient is going to be surprised when he wakes up." Doctor Delmar said to himself.
As a matter of fact, he was, when he woke up at noon just after Ms. Mennox walked out of the doctor's office, after what was no doubt an inspiring session.
When Frederick Logan finally stopped swearing, much to the relief of those around him, it was Twelve-Fifteen.
Fortunately for him, the psychologist whose office he found himself in when he woke up, did not have another session for another half-hour.
Attempting to ignore the pain in his back and neck, Frederick decided to get it over with, and walked into the office of Dr. Delmar Polashek, PhD.
"Mr. Logan, I see you've finally decided to wake up. Have a seat on my couch." Delmar smiled as he said this.
'Mr. Logan' did so, despite the fact thay he despised people referring to him by his surname. Hoping to inspire an equal amount of annoyance in his doctor, he asked the age-old question, "What's up, doc?"
"A great many things, you just have to look there. Do you know why you're here, Mr. Logan?" The doctor responded, as he had done countless times whenever someone asked him.
"Please, call me Fred. As for why I'm here, I prefer not to question these things."
"I've heard you've been having some depression issues, Fred?"
"I'm fine," Frederick responded, with the intention of ending the conversation. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a massage to get to." Frederick stood up, and walked to the door.
As he watched his patient leave, he smiled, and confidently said under his breath, "He'll be back."
Two weeks later, The Psychologist's prediction proved true.
Not only was Frederick Logan back, he was drenched. There was quite a large storm going on, and Frederick had been caught in it.
"Hello again, Fred," Delmar said. "Sit down."
No sooner had Frederick sat down than he began to talk about his problems.
"It all started in High School. I wasn't the most popular kid in school, but at least I wasn't picked on. I had a crush on Laura Feldman, a girl in my class. She was more popular than I was, but not the most popular person in the school. She was in the same writing group I was, and her poetry was awe-inspiring. I think it was the first poem of hers I heard that inspired the rest of my life. Unfortunately, I can't remember it, and that information is personal." He paused.
After writing something on a pad, Delmar said, "Please continue."
Fred obliged. "In our sophmore year, I finally worked up the guts to talk to her, and it turned out the feeling was mutual. We started dating, and it was the high point of my life. Our relationship continued until our freshman year in college. Her body was found hanging from the ceiling of her dorm room." Frederick wiped his eyes, and blew his nose with a nearby tissue, then continued. "On her bed was a suicide note."
((I need to finish this later, I need to go to bed. I'm sorry.))
Frederick Logan, a man whose writings, such as Live Life Before You Can't and A Gentleman's Guide To Being Noticed, had inspired many, had a problem.
Depression.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of that feeling of guilt, a lack of self worth, and a lack of motivation.
Despite his protests, his close friends, most of whom were imaginary, got him into therapy.
That's where Dr. Delmar Polashek, PhD., comes in.
After College, and before Grad School, Dr. Polashek had a problem quite simular to those of his client, Frederick Logan. However, unlike the famous author, Delmar found inspiration in his depression, and travelled abroad, looking for a purpose.
It took him five years to snap out of his funk and apply for Grad school. His problems have led him to help others solve theirs in a minute fraction of that time.
As he walked into his office on November the Fifth, 2010, at Seven o'Clock in the morning, he found Frederick Logan sitting in his waiting room.
"Mister Logan, you're early. Your appointment isn't for another half-hour."
Frederick didn't respond, except with a snoring sound and a fall to the floor.
"Something tells me my first patient is going to be surprised when he wakes up." Doctor Delmar said to himself.
As a matter of fact, he was, when he woke up at noon just after Ms. Mennox walked out of the doctor's office, after what was no doubt an inspiring session.
When Frederick Logan finally stopped swearing, much to the relief of those around him, it was Twelve-Fifteen.
Fortunately for him, the psychologist whose office he found himself in when he woke up, did not have another session for another half-hour.
Attempting to ignore the pain in his back and neck, Frederick decided to get it over with, and walked into the office of Dr. Delmar Polashek, PhD.
"Mr. Logan, I see you've finally decided to wake up. Have a seat on my couch." Delmar smiled as he said this.
'Mr. Logan' did so, despite the fact thay he despised people referring to him by his surname. Hoping to inspire an equal amount of annoyance in his doctor, he asked the age-old question, "What's up, doc?"
"A great many things, you just have to look there. Do you know why you're here, Mr. Logan?" The doctor responded, as he had done countless times whenever someone asked him.
"Please, call me Fred. As for why I'm here, I prefer not to question these things."
"I've heard you've been having some depression issues, Fred?"
"I'm fine," Frederick responded, with the intention of ending the conversation. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a massage to get to." Frederick stood up, and walked to the door.
As he watched his patient leave, he smiled, and confidently said under his breath, "He'll be back."
Two weeks later, The Psychologist's prediction proved true.
Not only was Frederick Logan back, he was drenched. There was quite a large storm going on, and Frederick had been caught in it.
"Hello again, Fred," Delmar said. "Sit down."
No sooner had Frederick sat down than he began to talk about his problems.
"It all started in High School. I wasn't the most popular kid in school, but at least I wasn't picked on. I had a crush on Laura Feldman, a girl in my class. She was more popular than I was, but not the most popular person in the school. She was in the same writing group I was, and her poetry was awe-inspiring. I think it was the first poem of hers I heard that inspired the rest of my life. Unfortunately, I can't remember it, and that information is personal." He paused.
After writing something on a pad, Delmar said, "Please continue."
Fred obliged. "In our sophmore year, I finally worked up the guts to talk to her, and it turned out the feeling was mutual. We started dating, and it was the high point of my life. Our relationship continued until our freshman year in college. Her body was found hanging from the ceiling of her dorm room." Frederick wiped his eyes, and blew his nose with a nearby tissue, then continued. "On her bed was a suicide note."
((I need to finish this later, I need to go to bed. I'm sorry.))
