Letter to Doctor M.

What kind of question is
that, Doctor?
You want to know why
I came to you?
what you can do for me?

The honest truth?
I don't know!

What is it you do?

I was told you are a Psychiatrist
and a therapist as well...
you counsel people.

So tell me Doctor,
what can you do?

Make things right?

Tell me I shouldn't think the way
I do!

You think I like things
this way?  Or like to feel that
way?

How can you make things better?
I'm not even sure
what better is.

Maybe the answer is
in those pills -
right, if they don't work
well enough, let's double
them.

Maybe then
I'll start to think
differently.
I'll know what I want
and be able to imagine
a better existence.

I'll think
	Gee, there are
good things in life.

But right now
I don't feel there is
much of any hope -
	I cannot imagine
there could be
anything
	better or
worthwhile about life
But I'll keep coming
just in case
I am
wrong.

by Bruce Whealton

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