“I am very happy right now.” I said to Dr. B this morning.
“I know.” She responded.
“Is it that obvious?” I was amazed.
And she gave me a look that says, “Duh!”
“Do you think you are able to be on your own for awhile?” She later asked.
“You were sent to the emergency room; you just left critical care; your physical therapy hasn’t even started, and you want to run again?” She pressed on, with a motherly smile on her face. A smile that says she was just telling me what she needed to say.
A bit timidly, I told her, “I think I will be fine on my own, but I really don’t want to test that right now.”
She continued to smile and shook her head.
“Well, I’m also happy because of what I’ve achieved!” I tried to explain. “I feel that I’ve done something that makes me feel really good about myself.”
“You did very well.” She nodded.
“It’s not just about what I’ve achieved, actually.” I said, after pondering for a few seconds. “I was so happy to see you, my coworkers, and my friends at the concert that night. You are all very supportive and you all like me! I never get this kind of support from my parents.” I said, suppressing my tears.
“Well, a lot of the time it’s cultural. Your culture is not very emotionally expressive.” Dr. B reasoned.
“And my work environment is changing, too. I feel that with more responsibilities, I might be able to make some difference this time.” I continued. “And I think it’s really good that I can keep a comfortable, not-so-stressful job and go to school at the same time.”
“I’m happy for you.” She nodded.
“I’m happy for myself, too.”