Right On Schedule

For reasons I'll try to write more about later, I started seeing a therapist. A psychologist actually, because I don't believe the answer is medication in my case.

On our first session, she explained to me that many of the coping mechanisms we learn as a child are ones that we use as an adult through our twenties. And somehow, by the time we reach our thirties, those coping strategies start to fall apart and not work so well anymore.

"In that respect," she told me, "you're right on schedule!"

And I thought, "Thank God, for once I'm on schedule with the rest of the people my age and not a late bloomer when it comes to the whole falling-apart-in-your-early-thirties stage!" Lucky me.