Mental Health
For Heather Hubler's 'Unscramble' Challenge - Psychologist
My Word: Psychologist
The Challenge:
Oops...!
Well, I lost my spot, but the gist is…you are cool, and we can stop the post-school babble. When you are in a pool of logic and tips, you should always go for the tool that gets down to that rich soil where old ghosts and buried emotional loot reside.
Sorry, I’m trying to loop back to my original point.
You are well, and there is no reason for you to be in here. You can fly the coop and get back to your old life…
No, no, I don’t like the term “psycho”. And I do not give a hoot what the world out there thinks… I won’t stoop to accept such nonsense.
Just remember: a stool is not a weapon, even if you are in a bar fight after a funeral.
Best of luck...son...
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Kendall Defoe
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Comments (13)
Entertaining take on this challenge… just wondering when your next available appointment is!😵💫🙃
That BINGO card was the icing on the crazy cake, lol! What a brilliant piece :) Loved your take on this challenge!!
This has to be one of my favourite things that you've written so far. Brilliant work here!!!
I don’t need to use “a stool” as a weapon when I throw “the stool from my pants ” at them… I mean… great work! Loved it!
Hehehehe I love the term psycho and your poem! Such a clever take on the challenge!
wow cool bingo card
Enjoyed the poem. The BINGO card does look intriguing. And I have a session with my therapist tomorrow.
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Wow, that Bingo card is terrifying
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Health most certainly shouldn't be a business. People are not a product or a commodity, but... here we are. Well-wrought and whimsical too!
This was great Kendall, I love the zany feel of it!! Fabulous entry for Heather's Challenge!!
Interesting Kendall; could you explain a dartboard diagnosis?