The Intangibles.
The first time I saw a therapist was when I was 17 and my Dad had just died. Jean specialised in grief counselling. I often wondered how - or why - one would specialise in this field. My work day drags sometimes but I think if I had to listen to one person after another talk about someone they loved who'd just died, it might seem especially long. Anyway, I have been on a journey of self discovery ever since, trying to figure out what exactly makes this mass of tissue, muscle and water labeled 'Kenneth Philip Murphy' tick, and how to get the best out of it. I kind of view myself like a savvy weathered old mechanic restoring a vintage car, one who really knows his stuff. His job is never done - there's always something that needs to be fine tuned and so he is always looking under the hood, always tinkering. Likewise, I know that my engine hitherto known as my brain functions much better when I'm popping the hood and taking a gander to see just what's going on. I...