“GAD,” said Kevin, the day after he’d seen a psychotherapist. “Generalized anxiety disorder.”
“Get out!” I exclaimed. “Anxiety? You eat well but never overeat, seldom drink alcohol, don’t do drugs, and sleep okay. Just about the most carefree happy-go-lucky guy I know. Chances are, you’re the manifestation of perfectly balanced life.”
“Well, the brain doctor also diagnosed me with panic and separation disorder, restless leg syndrome, OCD, social mutism, PTSD, agoraphobia and a few more. Seems all those ills lead to…”
That moment I decided I’d heard enough and took off like a jackrabbit.
“Get out!” I exclaimed. “Anxiety? You eat well but never overeat, seldom drink alcohol, don’t do drugs, and sleep okay. Just about the most carefree happy-go-lucky guy I know. Chances are, you’re the manifestation of perfectly balanced life.”
“Well, the brain doctor also diagnosed me with panic and separation disorder, restless leg syndrome, OCD, social mutism, PTSD, agoraphobia and a few more. Seems all those ills lead to…”
That moment I decided I’d heard enough and took off like a jackrabbit.
